One with Nothing

For someone like myself, ranting comes almost naturally (meaning to seem full of myself).  I get irked so easily that I will fly of the handle and go on a tangent about anything. Why? Because I probably feel wronged, or to me whatever happened seems like complete and utter B.S. or maybe I think you’re a total idiot and what you had to say was idiotic. I’m am not a nice person when I decide to lay into someone about what they have had to say, and frankly my dear I don’t give a damn. Your feelings do not matter when it comes to being correct or proper, what matters is that you are enlightened and come to a greater realization about the topic spoken so poorly about, and will hopefully avoid similar mistakes in the future. I guess when I think about it, people so say stupid things, and do stupid stuff that shows there is no rational thought behind what they have done, is what really get s me worked up. I’m getting worked up just from typing all of this.

All of my work has all been based around interacting with customers and co-workers (yes like most jobs of people my age) and I have the pleasure of dealing with morons on a constant basis. One of the places I have worked is a movie theatre, and time after time people have proven to me that they are not equipped with basic reading skills. I’ve worked the ticket counter and there are two prominent examples of people failing to pass simple reading comprehension. The first is customers always try to use ticket vouchers that are affiliated with a completely different chain of movie theatres. They hopelessly approach me tell me the movie they want to see and hand me these invalid coupons with an oblivious look on their face. Then when I tell that this is not the movie theatre they’re looking for, a dumbfounded look arrives on their face and they have the nerve to say “Oh you’re not that theatre?” NO! Of course we’re not, the name of the theatre on the coupon does not match that of the one plastered all over our theatre, what on Earth would compel you to think or say that. And number two is at the same ticket counter, and someone wanders up and asks if they can buy tickets here. My insides want to explode, and I have to hold back the damn inside me from exploding forth with “Of course not, there’s only signs all around me pointing to buying your tickets here and right above my head saying it a *bleeping* ticket counter.” It just gets to me how people can fail to read and/or put a grouping of words together near a certain location and figure out that they’re associated. Also on a quick note on stupid co-workers, during my summer job someone (who doesn’t know what carbon dioxide is) put a spoon in a microwave. Now something like that can be seen as an honest mistake, you stir something up and forget to take it out when you go to nuke it. However the spoon was put there in purpose, and not out of malice or mischief. She put this spoon in there to warm it up. I shit you not (I know language, don’t care at the moment) she was told to warm up a spoon if she wanted to get it through the cold ice cream, and her first inclination was to zap it in the microwave. It is outstanding of the idiocy of the people I have and will run into in the future. I just hope the people reading this are not that bad.

I know people make mistakes, but mistakes like the ones can be easily avoided if people stopped, stood back and just used the brains they were given. Also what I’ve said can be seen as mean and I accept that, but saying that is not constructive in any way and purely of your opinion. To me what I’m saying is just. 

Coalition Victory

Well I was under the assumption, that I could mystically combine my first and second assignment and tie it off with a pretty ribbon, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Don't know if I should regale you with another tale of my exploits or just outright lie to you all. I think I'll let the reader come to that conclusion on your own.

I was sitting in a kitchen, eating a peanut butter and jam (strawberry) sandwich and colouring outside of the lines one afternoon. It was another typical day, I was done with school and ready to enjoy the lazy remainder of my day playing with tinker toys and watching Pokemon. Gerry and Verlie were in the T.V. room probably watching the news or Judge Judy, who knows what was on at that time of day. Halfway through eating P.B. & J sandwiched between cloud nine my day took an unexpected and darker turn. The kitchen had caught fire, the counter was a blaze and I didn't have a god damned clue what to do. It came to me in a split second, and I hurried for the fridge, threw the door open and grabbed the jug of orange juice. I turned to the raging inferno that the counter had turned into, and doused it with the OJ that I was wielding. Verlie can running into the kitchen to see what was going on and was shocked to learned what happened and how it was dealt with. She even made me a medal that claimed it was a hero (I'm really just an average human being) that I sported at school the next day. And as for the cause of the fire, it seems Verlie had turned the electric kettle on and cord was frayed, allowing a spark to jump from it and catch some near by aluminum foil on fire. Man what an afternoon, I forgot to finish my sandwich.

Afternoon

*DISCLAIMER*

I am not an Astronaut or Cosmonaut, do not let the space themed anything make you think otherwise.

Finally decided to get around to doing this. Didn't put it off because it seemed like an odious task, or that it was unappealing, it's just that's how things have played out. I'd like to claim I have been too busy, but that is not the case just an extreme procrastinator. Might as well hop along and post something nostalgic before I can some how convince myself I can put this off a little longer. Hello all. There it's done, now time to move on to the relevant content, the meat and potatoes of this thing, a nice little story about my male/female self.

Walking down a pavement road, sitting in a phalanx of trees, spears of sun piercing through, illuminating spots fortunate enough to be found. I was walking back to our tent, a little person's hand in my right hand, and our prize in my left. It had been a fruitful bounty that day, our heads were held high and smiles were plastered on our faces. This is a passion of mine, but not so much my partner, who had come along as a spectator. Do know why this small person shared in my glee, maybe it was for a different reason, but what did I care? I was victorious, I was returning with something I had never had before and it was awesome. I placed the bucket down on the table, and the sound of our return drew out two others to see what was going on. They didn't seem to care about y prize, just the fact that we return smiling, that was odd to me. Any ways I pulled my attention back to what had mattered, the bucket. I lifted off it's lid and revealed what made my day, frogs.