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A (thankfully) brief test
Jan. 13th, 2005 10:20 amI would say that work sucked last night, but it really didn't. Regardless, I ended up staying until almost 10 a.m. (as opposed to leaving at 7:30 a.m. like I am supposed to) because one of my co-workers called out sick.
After dealing with the stress of customers from 7 to 10 (there are a fucking lot more customers in those three hours then in the previous eight), I packed up to leave. In the back, I noticed something. You see, we have this one customer who we don't charge for anything he wants done. We don't charge him because he brings us candy and sodas and suchlike. You see, he sends a lot of care packages to troops overseas (he doesn't send sodas, mind you, they wouldn't survive the trip) and we get a lot of the "leftovers" from what amounts to halloween candy (mixed candy) throughout the year.
He also sends over quite a few cartons of cigs because being a soldier in, say, Iraq, is orders of magnitude further from the nearest Zippy Mart then I am. So occassionally, he drops off a carton of cigs.
These were in the back.
As I was putting my coat on, I wondered: Why do people smoke? My mother started smoking over a decade ago due to stress. What the hell. Free cigs. Got a lighter at the gas station, and lit up on my way home.
*hack* *hack* *cough* *hack* *cough* *retch*
Oh yes, asthma. What the hell was I thinking? What persuaded me to inhale the lit remains of rotting vegetation? So, I have a pack (minus one) of Marlboros that will sit on my dresser until the END OF TIME, as a reminder.
The reminder is: Patrick, don't fucking smoke!
Edit: I have found my Liquorice Altoids. Begone nasty foul cigarette taste!
After dealing with the stress of customers from 7 to 10 (there are a fucking lot more customers in those three hours then in the previous eight), I packed up to leave. In the back, I noticed something. You see, we have this one customer who we don't charge for anything he wants done. We don't charge him because he brings us candy and sodas and suchlike. You see, he sends a lot of care packages to troops overseas (he doesn't send sodas, mind you, they wouldn't survive the trip) and we get a lot of the "leftovers" from what amounts to halloween candy (mixed candy) throughout the year.
He also sends over quite a few cartons of cigs because being a soldier in, say, Iraq, is orders of magnitude further from the nearest Zippy Mart then I am. So occassionally, he drops off a carton of cigs.
These were in the back.
As I was putting my coat on, I wondered: Why do people smoke? My mother started smoking over a decade ago due to stress. What the hell. Free cigs. Got a lighter at the gas station, and lit up on my way home.
*hack* *hack* *cough* *hack* *cough* *retch*
Oh yes, asthma. What the hell was I thinking? What persuaded me to inhale the lit remains of rotting vegetation? So, I have a pack (minus one) of Marlboros that will sit on my dresser until the END OF TIME, as a reminder.
The reminder is: Patrick, don't fucking smoke!
Edit: I have found my Liquorice Altoids. Begone nasty foul cigarette taste!