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"I'm not even supposed to be here!"

Somehow, someone managed to finagle me into working for 3 hours on my day off today. So I spent the time marking the free Hallmark pocket calendars with such things as March 31 -"Husband divorces you" or June 4 - "Today, you die."
Inbetween that, I'd wait on people who frantically purchased mass amounts of anything contained in cans (creamed corn, beef tamales, pineapple juice) and gallon after gallon of NorCal bottled water. I had to have a fellow employee clue me in as to why - generally speaking I do not bother myself with the habits of consumers, but my arms were starting to hurt. The answer? "Oh, you know. The war."
As. If. The women buying all these canned goods could live off their own blubber for weeks upon weeks. No need to further burden the lives of drugstore employees. Now when I get back I'll have to restock all the corn.
Here's hoping something does give me an excuse to not leave my house for a week.


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Feb. 12th, 2003 11:09 pm (UTC)
Hahahahahaha. OMG. Live on her blubber. That's SO mean. And funny. Hahahaha. I lurve you.
Feb. 13th, 2003 11:52 pm (UTC)
Feb. 12th, 2003 11:43 pm (UTC)
run to the hills
those women stocking up on items like creamed corn really need to lighten up and stop flattering themselves. they're not that bombable. the terrorists, rogue states, and enemy nations only want to ruin the lives of us poor northeastern u.s. folk, not the happy-go-lucky californians. we have all the sub bases. nuclear power plants. and mta/metro north/t lines in which to transport their biochem warfare. oh boy.
Feb. 13th, 2003 11:47 pm (UTC)
Re: run to the hills
it's unfortunate though, because I do want them to die.
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