Say Wha?

I don't know what to write about.

But I feel like writing.

So here I sit. Writing. Will it amount to anything? I do not know. Will it be anything good to read? I do not know. Are my blogs good to read to begin with? I do not know. Could I be wasting my dreams on writing? I do no know.

One things I do know is that I am a fan of repetition. I think that it can be a good sort of style. Maybe I do it too much though.

Spring Break starts for me tomorrow at 3:30. I don't have to go to class on Friday, woot! woot!
While Spring Break is fantastic, it throws into sharp reality that the summer is almost upon us.

I love the summer. I like the warmth, I like the flowers, I like the sun, I like toolin' around on the lawn tractor not really paying attention, lost in my own world.

I don't like the work though. Noooo sir-e bob. (How would one spell sir-e? Perhaps Suri as in Suri Holmes-Cruise? Sire is another name for a king...so just roll with me people!)

I don't mind the actual, physical, labor of the work. Nah, thats some easy shit. I don't like the people. I don't like the idiots, the morons, the bitches, the fillinyourownwordofchoicehere.

I don't like it. I don't like to be around idiots. I don't take kindly to fools. Not like I'm a genius or anything, but I like to think that at least I have common sense. People in grocery stores seem to lack it. They lack it real bad.

I get sick of people complaining about prices. Go to a different store! I get sick of people bitching about stock. Go to a different store! I get sick of people and the lame jokes. Get out of my damn line! I get sick of people who think that I'm either 1) a moron 2) a mom or 3) less then them. Kiss my ass! I am 20 years old. I work in that store four months out of the year. Open your goddamn eyes and take a look around before you assume I have three babies at home. It is the summer jackass. I'm there to make the ca-ching.

Some day I want to just say to one of the a-holes "Tell me where you work. I'm gonna come scream at you mmk? YOUR NOT TYPING FAST ENOUGH! But I have to type slow to do a good job! I DON"T GIVE A RATS ASS! WHAT ARE YOU STUPID? No! THEN WHY DO YOU WORK HERE MORON?

Alright so I might be being a wee bit dramatic. But I swear to whatever is holy, that some days I just want to slap someone.

The only good thing that comes out of working at a grocery store? Well alright there are a few. Money. (not like I'm paid like a superstar) Some of the other employees are pretty cool. And I've come to realize it would make a great set for a movie. Which I shall write and make millions on and then I will laugh. Ohhhh how I will laugh. It will be like my big Fuck You! to the people who are asses to retail workers. And then I could bitch more about them on the talk show circuit!