The Grind
Entering the last few days of 2004 I'm coming heads up with a period that I not so affectionately refer to as the grind. Big fun. Not.
Japanese New Years is THE big holiday of the year. Meaning the store is way busier, extra help is brought in, you see everyone and their mama, and you end up in bed before 1 am. So if you're in my proximity and note the fact that I'm being a totally antisocial lil bitch you have been warned.
Speaking of extra help for the next 3 days I get the return of my lil helper, T. I know a lot of my homies would love to spend 11 hours day side by side with T and I'm not gonna hate on them for that. She tries really hard and after 7 years of training is actually pretty good at bagging groceries. The thing that drives me crazy is the fact that she won't let me out of her fucking sight. So if you wanna see my ass being followed around by the Jap version of a puppy dog come on thru. She's not unpretty.
Went out and spent my Best Buy gift cards. The kids were in heaven. Call it Xmas:The Sequel. We came home with a bunch of Godzilla dvds and Gamecube junk for their new Gamecube. Correction. We went to their house with the aforementioned items. Better spent on them then on myself anyways. I have enough shit. They don't.
My homeboy questioned the amount of time I spend with them the other day. If he knew how little these kids have he'd be a lil more sympathetic. Not to mention the fact that I prefer their company over his. There's only so long you can sit and ogle girls passing by while consuming the liquid courage to approach them. I'm tired of being the wingman for dumbass fuckers too cool to go up and talk to someone. There's a reason they get no play. Lack of social skills.
Japanese New Years is THE big holiday of the year. Meaning the store is way busier, extra help is brought in, you see everyone and their mama, and you end up in bed before 1 am. So if you're in my proximity and note the fact that I'm being a totally antisocial lil bitch you have been warned.
Speaking of extra help for the next 3 days I get the return of my lil helper, T. I know a lot of my homies would love to spend 11 hours day side by side with T and I'm not gonna hate on them for that. She tries really hard and after 7 years of training is actually pretty good at bagging groceries. The thing that drives me crazy is the fact that she won't let me out of her fucking sight. So if you wanna see my ass being followed around by the Jap version of a puppy dog come on thru. She's not unpretty.
Went out and spent my Best Buy gift cards. The kids were in heaven. Call it Xmas:The Sequel. We came home with a bunch of Godzilla dvds and Gamecube junk for their new Gamecube. Correction. We went to their house with the aforementioned items. Better spent on them then on myself anyways. I have enough shit. They don't.
My homeboy questioned the amount of time I spend with them the other day. If he knew how little these kids have he'd be a lil more sympathetic. Not to mention the fact that I prefer their company over his. There's only so long you can sit and ogle girls passing by while consuming the liquid courage to approach them. I'm tired of being the wingman for dumbass fuckers too cool to go up and talk to someone. There's a reason they get no play. Lack of social skills.
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