Brain droppings

I'm convinced that there is a sign outside the store tonight, announcing that this would be a good time for all people with poor communication skills, a lack of common sense, and a brain injury to come in and ask to get work done.

Yesterday morning (Friday), I dealt with perhaps the worst customer ever. This was confirmed by several of my co-workers, who have seen this lady come in over the past decade, and take three times the amount of time to explain what she needs, as well as use up the patience of everyone in the store. She literally cannot explain what she wants, or if she can, changes her mind after the first one has been printed. I hope to God I never see her again. (I got an hour of overtime from dealing with her, but it was not worth it.)

I'm also convinced we need a Cam-WTF community on LJ. Alas, not for Werewolf the Forsaken (and I'm wondering if WW will try and make the Mage acronym be RTM), but for the genuine "What the fuck" questions that should and do come up. (For example, "What the fuck were they thinking when they wrote up this Bloodlines book?") A little no-CoC community where we can vent without cluttering up anyone's journal. (Again, sorry Nash.)

Oh, I've figured out why a certain Rules Ninja always seems to rub me the wrong way. You see, he's a Rules Ninja, and I closely identify with being a pirate. It's so obvious now.

I had an idea for a great Collectable Card Game. Don't know what to call it yet, but it's a CCG where you play a person buying CCG cards. There would be cards like "Bad Booster Pack", "Lame Expansion", "Loot Mom's purse to buy more cards", things like that. I think it could catch on.

Well, back to work...

Update: Apparently, being a playwright drives you insane. I was unaware of this.