I was at work today, and as I usually am, was sitting on my ass throwing things at customers who walked past. Actually, that was what I wanted to do, really I was just putting up chips in the beer aisle, which makes sense because when you think Miller Light, you also think that you need to get a bag of chips, because you're just not getting fat enough drinking beer. So I'm putting up the chips, and a guy comes down the aisle and asks where the generic brand pop would cost if he bought it here. I told him it would be on the shelf, but apparently, I was "A Bald-faced liar. A company hack!" In my defense, I don't consider someone who calls their job "The most worthless use of 24 hours a week I can think of when I could be sitting at home watching paint dry." a corporate hack. But then again, I'm just a "young punk" (See two entries ago). So I'm a liar, but even though I am, I decide to not be a dick and show the guy where the pop is. I tell him that it would be $0.99 for a 3-liter bottle of pop. And let me tell you, when something is that cheap, you can almost see the quality coming off of it. Actually, thats dust, but where I work, they'd call it quality. So he says that he looked everywhere for the price on the pop, and couldn't find it. Apparently if he couldn't find it, he wasn't looking too hard. He wasn't looking on the shelves, where it was mentioned 14 times, in the paper, where it was mentioned 11 times, on the display at the end of the aisle where it was mentioned 5 times, or on the pop marker, where it was mentioned once. When I only see the price for something 31 times...I know that its just another example of the s.o.bs at stores across the state just trying to fuck with my head. What assholes to only show the price of something 31 times! But, that's all I got for now, I'll write something the next time I have a work story, so probably in a couple days. I swear, today was one of those days when it seems like somebody left the door to the trailer park wide open, and along with those people, everybody crawled out from under their little rocks they usually live under where apparently bathing is not a major requirement, and were dropped off by the bus-load in front of the store just to annoy the fuck out of me. BUT, that could just be me thinking too much into shit. Anyway, I'm outta here. JOSH: Make way for the victors! MASON: You won the game? JOSH: No, we lost so horribly we legally changed our names to Victor.