so it's nary past 530 and my ire is up, my blood is boiling. now, apart from the fact that most of my belongings of worth were taken from me, i have to return to the scene of the crime multiple times a week dealing with the scum that have it in them to do such a thing.
now, i understand the urge to steal. i really do. but i also understand a saying that goes something like "steal from the rich, give to the poor". speaking as a minion of a semi-fine establishment, i'd prefer it if thieves understood the particular situation i am in. sure i make a whopping $7.50 an hour...wait...that means they shouldnt've stolen from me.
thankfully, there was no fraud or whatever and to be honest, i don't really give a shit they stole from me, at least not angrily giving a shit. it's more along the lines of why'd they have to steal my books? COMIC BOOKS of all things. and my camera with its broken screen with pictures from my brother's graduation. totally wack.
none of this would be crossing my mind, however, if i didn't just have to deal with someone who i can only sufficiently describe as a 'raging boner' today. human decency really doesn't come cheap. as evidenced by this dickweed who decided to berate me for the fact that we only issue store credit on returns.
this from a guy who was holding some sadomasochistic pornography title under my nose and demanding his measly $30 back. in a store full of other movies he could buy. or popcorn! he could've bought 30 packs of popcorn! i could maybe commiserate with the motherfucker if he had shown some tact in dealing with someone very aware of their lower caste ranking whence behind this desk, but probably not. after all, he got his money back.
i don't want to end this blog totally downhill. so i'll just say this: despite the amassing number of retards and hardheads that continue to populate the earth, the wandy community remains a beacon of all that is true and good in this world. please keep it that way. if only for everyone's collective sanity.
luv,
jason c
UPDATE: (always wanted to do that) oh and awesome. our credit card machine just went bonkers. hooray!
'ello!
long time no awesome. i will have to spend a few hours perusing the wandy community's various exploits. it has been a super long time since seeing many of you also. jaime, it is too bad you couldn't hop a flight from ghana up to omaha to have some delicious village inn.
so now i am a gainful employee of kim's video west on christopher street with dear old digital dave, taking over the void left by miss monzingo (sp?). it has been a rollercoaster of slow internet, people of questionable intelligence and great porn titles like 'blue collar butthole'. but now, with a certain how do i say, move to another computer station here, the internet is kicking butt for def!
but alas, now i have nothing to say. except maybe to read stuff. it is good for you. read stuff like los bros. hernandez's love & rockets or hewlett & martin's 'tank girl'! read stuff like 'a man in full' or anything by the late k. vonne! or watch weird documentaries about townes van zandt at work and be really confused.
imma get a new tattoo too. someone said once: 'don't get another tattoo. if you do, then you'll be one of those people who has more than one tattoo. you'll cross over' this wasn't to me, mind you, but it still struck a chord. i guess that line is the line between civil and amoral. now i'm just rambling.
does anyone have any tunes to check? real solid stuff! telemundo awaaaaaaaaaaaay!
luv,
jason c