Aisle 27

Aisle 27: The Best Seller/Stationary aisle

Shhhh... I'm suppose to be doing actual work right now... but I figure what the hay? I'm going to jot down random notes on this here blog as I work throughout the day. Why? Because it keeps me awake.

11:04 am... books. Books upon books. They will never end...

I've decided that if I ever work in a library again I want to work in either public service or in a children's library. Why? Because technical services is a bit dull. Data entry is just as exciting as I hoped it would be. As exciting as slowly getting into a pool, one foot after the other, inch by inch, minute by minute, freckle by freckle.

Out of curiosity Carl... whatever happened to that slasher film you were going to make and set on Southern's campus? Oh right, you are a lazy ass! I totally forgot about that, you know being to lazy to commit this information to memory, as I am Carl.

I need to figure out what combination and what amounts bring out my various fake accents while drinking. I know vodka brings out a Scotish, Irish hybrid very easily, one need only make one Scotish/Irish reference and I'll be done, and that person will have to put up with me and my piss poor accent for the rest of the night. My eastern european accent is harder to place. I think if some how gypsies get brought up in conversation that might be the key, that or if some one says something silly and sets me up for a "In my old country" diatribe.

There was something I was going to type... it was genius. I know that. But what was it?

In two seconds I am going to draw evil eyebrows on the cute lamb that's on my calendar, this will cause me to smile for the rest of the day every time I look upon the evil lamb. Hmmm... I might go out for sheese kabob tonight.

Teehee... evil eyebrows have expanded to horns, goatee, curly mustach, vampire teeth, and the lamb is saying "Moo!" He is one bad mofo lamb. Lambchop got nothin' on my spring lamb!

I wonder what would have happened if I stayed at the factory? I actually think life wouldn't be all that different. Perhaps I'd have a car/scooter, but meh, who needs modes of transportation? Not me.

I just decided that I need a mp3 player and shall soon have one whisked to my apartment. This means I now need to clean out my cd collection. I smell a project for tonight! A blue iRiver H10 20 gigs for $140. I think that's a good haul for one day.

Time is almost up. The day is almost over. My rain coat is almost inflated.

Ding!

4:59 pm

And those be some of the thoughts in me head while working. There were others, like, what the hell is this about? And singing some lyrics in my head. For example as I type I have Skinnerbox NYC's Does He Love You? stuck in my head. Which always reminds me of the song Olive Oil sings about Brutus in the Popeye Movie. Great movie that.