...So!

Here I am, typing up a journal entry at 13 minutes past zero o'clock.

Where do I start? Well, I wasn't scheduled for work tonight, but I was called in to do it anyway. Some guy that works in Electronics at Superstore said he broke his foot. However, I think that's a load of shit, since I overheard him earlier talking about how he wanted to have Thursday off to do something different. Yeah yeah, maybe he did actually break his foot since you can't really lie about something like that, as it could leave him incapacitated for weeks... but it's a bit damn convenient that he breaks his foot on the day he wants a day off.

So yeah. I got five hours in tonight, 5:30 - 10:30 PM... the same time frame on the day of the terrorist attack on Superstore, the one I neutralized. I wanted the day off, but I get over $40 for it on payday, so I guess that's cool.

Neh, what else...

The security sensor thing at the Electronics department entrance keeps going off on its own. Either we have a resident ghost that's stealing shit, or the Mr. and Mrs. of Superstore are too fucking lazy to do anything about it. It's a pretty big security hazard, I think. But what do I know? I'm not a manager or anything.

Sigh... I should be coming up with stuff to make you guys laugh, but I'm just too bored and tired to come up with anything. I mean, what's the point of a journal if you don't get some entertainment out of it? It would be a waste of webspace if my journal was something like:

"PRINCESS"
A DIARY OF MY DEAR LITTLE SHIH-TZU

hello and welcome 2 my web jurnal. i want 2 tell u about my shih-tzu, princess. she is a very nice dog. she likes 2 eat food and drink water. she is a dog. she likes 2 play sumtimes cuz she gets bored a lot. she likes to take a shit every now and then 2--

Who the hell cares? Jesus, it's hard to believe that webspace is actually being occupied by this garbage. Maybe not word for word, but you know what I mean.

Well, I think I'm done with this entry. I hope you leave your computer from reading this with a chuckle or two. I'm off to bed... I gotta rest up for further adventures at the Superstore. Who knows when another terrorist attack could strike...