Well I knew upon deleting my Myspace account that I would not be kept from the blog world. It was just a matter of finding the right site. I guess I owe my finding of this one to Kyra. I don't think she even knows. Lawlz. Well I saved a few of my posts from myspace that really tickled my fancy. Here a couple of those: September 2008 "That actaully didn't surprise me, what did surprise me was that he didn't kill the guy." Current mood: artistic This how I roll at work: "Your ATM is down" "Yes." "Well fix it." "Sir if I could fix ATM's do you really think I'd be working at Husky making minimum wage?" "..." *walks away* Everyday. Sometimes I think they want me to have an amurism and die. Like thats going to make your stupid over-priced groceries, that you could have gone to IGA for, any cheaper. Seriously. Its next door. Go you lazy fat asses. So. These are my last few days on Fireside Crescent. My last few days in Transcona never mind. Goodness. Well its been real. Honestly. But I'm only 15 minutes away. and I'm most def one Myspace comment away. :D Having to quit my job is hard. It may be fucking Husky, but its a good time. I love the people I work with. You guys will forever be my Husky family! I love my Husky family. We win. When no one is looking we have dance parties, and throw eggs at each other. We bitch about customers, and swear like truckers. We exchange stories of people fucking in the park, and shouting random things in the middle of walmart. Its AWLAYS walmart. We talk about what the best job in the world would be, besides ours of course...NOT. We play catch with the creamers, then clean it up after. We play a game we lovingly dubbed "What would you tell marc?" Burning the place down stumped us all. It was voted that skipping town was a good idea. Of course my friends are number one. They beat the Husky family. Its been real guys. What with goat sarifices in my front yard, Dancing in the street, Chaseing geese in the park, Long walks in the rain, and talking untill we couldn't talk anymore. Endless guitar hero and rock band games, that proved we are fucking hardcore. Sharing birthday parties, and inviting all of our friends. Partying in a garage. XD Youtube videos that will pass the test of time, and offer entertainment for ages. planning them carefully. Sitting around on our fat asses and geeking out over Harry Potter like 12 year olds. Yea, these are the things I'll never forget. Times like theese will never stop. They just might be few and far between. But my adventures in the Quebec of Winnipeg will always be documented right here, so tune in, keep a weather eye out, and always keep it real homies. I'm out. See you on the other side. June 2008 "CAUTION: hot contents." Current mood: drained The last 5 am wakeup for me for a long time. Now I know why they call it the day from hell. Wednesday. Also knows as: The dreaded day from hell. ALL the orders come in. Pesi, Coke, Cigarettes, Ice, Coffee, sation suplies, and every other goddamn thing in the store. Also, all the constructuion workers in the world decided to come in at once, along with ALL of lakeside meadows. The till is nuts. It finally calms down, I relax, then I begin to clean, becuase as fate would have it, its inspection time as well. I brew the onethousandfivehundreth pot of coffee, and alas, we're out of regular coffee. Darlene tells me its in the back room. Just look up. Okay. fine. Its full back there but what ever. I step in. Look up. Six shelves up and two over. Coffee. But of course REGULAR coffee is up on top of the dark roast, behind the de caf and beside the specialty. Fuck. I need the ladder. Of course. There's too much shit in the way I cant get the ladder stable. So here I am argueing with the ladder and shoving box's around and curseing the coffee. I finally get it stable enough to climb to the second rung and not feel like I'm going to fall and die. I reach out, and just brush the box with the tips of my fingers. I stretch as far as I can, wobble a bit, reach out again, and lift the front of the box up, and shimmy it to me. Now its close enough to reach. I jump off the ladder, and reach up with both hands. It almost falls, but in a quick swipe I catch it. I held the box over my head and did a tribal dance in the back room chanting "Oh what now? what now!?" I walk out into the store, throw the box down triumphantly on the couonter and exlaim "Bitch Please!!" I cut it open, rip of the sides... And then...it wouldn't fit in the drawer. Fuck it. I finally got it to fit, but that was way too much heart ache over coffee. Some lady who obviously cannot speak english wanted some odd ball type of cigarettes I had never heard of in my life. Then when I brought them to her after searching for 10 minutes with Darlene, She changed her mind. Of course you stupid dyke. I hope they're all broken when you open them. The start of the day was just as hectic. I woke up at 6:30. I have to leave by 6:40. Fuck. That was record time. I was ready to go in 2.5 minutes. I timed it. *sigh* Glad its over. Now I'm just going to drink my large bottle of water, eat my grilled cheese and listen to the Jonas Brothers untill I can't stand them anymore. On the flip side homies. A little taste of how I like to blog it. Werd.