Today, today.
Slightly depressing in a way.
Tomorrow, tomorrow.
I start a new job-o.
Currently without a car.
Because one of my tires is sub-par.
At least my job is not far.
And there are cookies in the jar.
Anyway.
My day went like this. Woke up, fell out of bed.... Wait, that's a Beatles song.
Damn, having a hard time with this writing thing. I felt sorry for myself the majority of the day. Finally, someone came and pumped up my tire, I then took it to the shop to be looked at. I will not have a vehicle for the rest of the day today and probably most of tomorrow. I also don't have much in the way of money, which is why I got this new job. The new job in which I wasn't given the time I should be to work tomorrow. I will show up at 3:00, see what happens. That's my guess of when they wanted me. It's truck day, so I imagine that I will be unloading things and making piles and putting things away in their proper position. I will have no clue where their proper position will be. I will try my best.
"WIN THEM OVER, BRING THEM BACK."
I will do my best to do just that.
Yours In Life,
Justin
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Monday, November 30, 2009
To everyone that cares about me.
Thank you all for caring about me.
I know that I screw up more than any one human being should and for all of you that give me another chance I want to thank you.
Life is full of different forks in the road and whatever way you chose you must live with the consequences that are at the end of that path. You see these metaphoric forks in the road many, many times a day. You must live with it everyday.
I have chosen odd forks and some have been the right and some have been wrong.
To everyone that decided to stick with me and help me climb back up when I fall off the cliff that was at the end of the path. Thank you very much.
I love you,
Justin
I know that I screw up more than any one human being should and for all of you that give me another chance I want to thank you.
Life is full of different forks in the road and whatever way you chose you must live with the consequences that are at the end of that path. You see these metaphoric forks in the road many, many times a day. You must live with it everyday.
I have chosen odd forks and some have been the right and some have been wrong.
To everyone that decided to stick with me and help me climb back up when I fall off the cliff that was at the end of the path. Thank you very much.
I love you,
Justin
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Who cares
My life as a Justin A Marshall includes so many damn things... Things so fucking pointless that it really wouldn't matter what I say.
Are you intrigued yet?!
I thought you wouldn't be and that's exactly why I decided to keep typing!
So... Today, which is Sunday, I slept. Sleeping is good. For everyone that says it isn't they are just full of jealousy, I mean come on, many of the best animals sleep all winter long. Seriously, bears, bears!
Have you ever typed with your eyes close?
I have, and am doing so as I do continue to type. singing, this will be the day I type.
This will be the day that I type.
Good! Because I hope you're not waiting for me.
This fills up a hole............. but it just grows somewhere instead.
Anyway, I went and saw the Blindside me Felicia and her brother. It was full of sappy goodness and predictability. Mainly, because my brother had read me the plot line before hand. That was before I thought I was actually going to go.
Short post, but puck it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niIcxMuORco&feature=related
Are you intrigued yet?!
I thought you wouldn't be and that's exactly why I decided to keep typing!
So... Today, which is Sunday, I slept. Sleeping is good. For everyone that says it isn't they are just full of jealousy, I mean come on, many of the best animals sleep all winter long. Seriously, bears, bears!
Have you ever typed with your eyes close?
I have, and am doing so as I do continue to type. singing, this will be the day I type.
This will be the day that I type.
Good! Because I hope you're not waiting for me.
This fills up a hole............. but it just grows somewhere instead.
Anyway, I went and saw the Blindside me Felicia and her brother. It was full of sappy goodness and predictability. Mainly, because my brother had read me the plot line before hand. That was before I thought I was actually going to go.
Short post, but puck it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niIcxMuORco&feature=related
Saturday, November 28, 2009
NHL 10 On Xbox Live and other adventures
Hello Friends,
I wanted to write a little bit about today. And a little bit about xbox live and the idiots, the hardasses and 12 year olds that love it. Oh and the Justin's that do too. Anyway, I was playing a game a little bit ago with random people because I couldn't get my friends Jason Stieler and Kevin Keys to play with me. We have our own club and are pretty great at the game.
Getting down to brass tax... I was playing with a team that just wasn't playing well together at all. And this one guy said "Is anyone out there?" to which I replied "Yes, I am here, I play left wing. He then cried out "I need to speak to the center!" And I was like "Well, obviously he is not going to talk to you right now, so back off a little."
Later in the game he said "Left wing you suck." That left wing just happened to be me, I said "Why do I suck?" and then out of no where that center that had so desired by a man and mister invisible for the remainder of the game decided to make an appearance and say "FUCK YOU! WHY DO YOU WHAT TO KNOW WHO I AM?" The person responded saying "Oh, well I wanted you to join my club!" and the center responded by saying "Why the fuck would I want to join your stupid fucking gay ass club you mother fucking fag. Why the fuck would you say shit about the left wing, he was the only one playing decent hockey at all."
At that point I stopped talking completely..
It continued like this........"Why the fuck don't you play me!? I am number 70 in the world, I will make you quit within the first five minutes of the game."
At that point I could not stop laughing.
This went on for fifteen minutes.
I loved it.
Anyway....
You silly friends....
This is how the day went from there and in any other way to construe it.
The guy that initiated the conversation ended up dying from a great white shark bite to the head. Sad.
Then my gf came over. I love her. She is nice. She got tired.
But what is a mystery is as clear as a Timothy Leary. OH How does it feel?
You acid freaks...
Gosh stop trying to read into it to much.....
Oh.. I heard about this...
Grass blades. Mmmm insects, and bugs are a friends of that, but not so much of a cat. Cats want 'em dead. Oh! Sleep well Sunday morning slugs, they sleep better than you or me or me or your gf or your bf could dream of it. They just slither and that has to feel well, they don't even need to try. it's just the truth and that's the deal, they just let it happen, but they will send you many clues. Just don't make them sad
Justin
I wanted to write a little bit about today. And a little bit about xbox live and the idiots, the hardasses and 12 year olds that love it. Oh and the Justin's that do too. Anyway, I was playing a game a little bit ago with random people because I couldn't get my friends Jason Stieler and Kevin Keys to play with me. We have our own club and are pretty great at the game.
Getting down to brass tax... I was playing with a team that just wasn't playing well together at all. And this one guy said "Is anyone out there?" to which I replied "Yes, I am here, I play left wing. He then cried out "I need to speak to the center!" And I was like "Well, obviously he is not going to talk to you right now, so back off a little."
Later in the game he said "Left wing you suck." That left wing just happened to be me, I said "Why do I suck?" and then out of no where that center that had so desired by a man and mister invisible for the remainder of the game decided to make an appearance and say "FUCK YOU! WHY DO YOU WHAT TO KNOW WHO I AM?" The person responded saying "Oh, well I wanted you to join my club!" and the center responded by saying "Why the fuck would I want to join your stupid fucking gay ass club you mother fucking fag. Why the fuck would you say shit about the left wing, he was the only one playing decent hockey at all."
At that point I stopped talking completely..
It continued like this........"Why the fuck don't you play me!? I am number 70 in the world, I will make you quit within the first five minutes of the game."
At that point I could not stop laughing.
This went on for fifteen minutes.
I loved it.
Anyway....
You silly friends....
This is how the day went from there and in any other way to construe it.
The guy that initiated the conversation ended up dying from a great white shark bite to the head. Sad.
Then my gf came over. I love her. She is nice. She got tired.
But what is a mystery is as clear as a Timothy Leary. OH How does it feel?
You acid freaks...
Gosh stop trying to read into it to much.....
Oh.. I heard about this...
Grass blades. Mmmm insects, and bugs are a friends of that, but not so much of a cat. Cats want 'em dead. Oh! Sleep well Sunday morning slugs, they sleep better than you or me or me or your gf or your bf could dream of it. They just slither and that has to feel well, they don't even need to try. it's just the truth and that's the deal, they just let it happen, but they will send you many clues. Just don't make them sad
Justin
Friday, November 27, 2009
Happy Thanksgiving to all and to all a black Friday.
*The writer is not responsible for anything that has been said*
First and foremost...
Hi, and hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.
Secondly...
I hope everyone made it through black Friday if they went shopping because, you could get trampled. Which I have heard is not pleasant! Hopefully, you got some great deals! Did anyone buy me a present?! COME ON!
Thirdly....
That's a word and while I was typing it I didn't think it was going to be, but after thinking about it longer, it certainly is! Anyway, how is everyone feeling this fine night? I am feeling full...... still. That could be because I have had Thanksgiving dinners in two consecutive days.
Both were very good.
On that topic,
The first was with her dad, brother, aunt, uncle, and cousins in Marine City. They had a nice house and they served a variety of taste treats and drinks. Deep fried turkey had to be the highlight of the night. After the meal there was heavy sleepage and there was a small Madden 10 tournament in which I won. HOLLA AT YA! (Clarification would have to state that there was only three people playing.)
The second was with my Felicia's dad, his gf, her kids and grandchildren. After the meal we came back to Felicia's dad's condominium and hung out. After about an hour or so his gf's grandchildren came with her back from their dinner. They both were basically asleep when they got there, but within about 8 minutes they both were fucking WIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They got there about 8:30 and for about two straight hours they were constant motion. They only started to slow down when Felicia said "Santa starts to watch children on Thanksgiving night for Christmas and if they aren't good on that night then he gets them less presents." They didn't buy that right away, but after a couple of reminders and then her saying "Santa will call me soon." And then my calling, pretending to be Santa... Things started to settle down.
On to today and the dinner that I consumed. I woke up randomly at 5:00 a.m. no one was awake, I used the bathroom, squinting the entire time. I was nearly asleep by the time my body hit the bed again... that very instance Felicia woke up and said "My throat is so dry, I'm so thirsty can you get me some water." After some sighing, I got it and was on my way back to sleep. I was re-awaken at 7:00 and continuously awaken after that every 20 minutes. Finally, Felicia and I decided that we should just get the hell up.
Further in the day...
I watched a portion of the Seinfeld marathon on TBS and really enjoyed that. There were periodic breaks in the watching when the children would go into freak out mode and we would have to find some random cartoon or kid show to have them watch for a while... I think the two of them had a combined attention span of 8............. 8 seconds.
I guess I will have to sum this up more quickly than imagined. Felicia, just informed me that people to like to read long blogs.
Anyway,
This is how the day went on. (I know that I have said that at least 3 times, probably more)
Gf's dad's gf had her family over... Well, those who would choose to attend. Those that would come were the girls that were already there, then two of her daughters then the father of the two grandkids that were there came. We ate, I don't think I ate that much, but damn it was good! Great potatoes. Great turkey, great gravy, great bread!!! GREAT BREAD!!!!
Felicia's dad is great. Felicia thinks that I am similar. I can see that for sure.
Night
*The writer is not responsible for anything that has been said*
First and foremost...
Hi, and hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.
Secondly...
I hope everyone made it through black Friday if they went shopping because, you could get trampled. Which I have heard is not pleasant! Hopefully, you got some great deals! Did anyone buy me a present?! COME ON!
Thirdly....
That's a word and while I was typing it I didn't think it was going to be, but after thinking about it longer, it certainly is! Anyway, how is everyone feeling this fine night? I am feeling full...... still. That could be because I have had Thanksgiving dinners in two consecutive days.
Both were very good.
On that topic,
The first was with her dad, brother, aunt, uncle, and cousins in Marine City. They had a nice house and they served a variety of taste treats and drinks. Deep fried turkey had to be the highlight of the night. After the meal there was heavy sleepage and there was a small Madden 10 tournament in which I won. HOLLA AT YA! (Clarification would have to state that there was only three people playing.)
The second was with my Felicia's dad, his gf, her kids and grandchildren. After the meal we came back to Felicia's dad's condominium and hung out. After about an hour or so his gf's grandchildren came with her back from their dinner. They both were basically asleep when they got there, but within about 8 minutes they both were fucking WIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They got there about 8:30 and for about two straight hours they were constant motion. They only started to slow down when Felicia said "Santa starts to watch children on Thanksgiving night for Christmas and if they aren't good on that night then he gets them less presents." They didn't buy that right away, but after a couple of reminders and then her saying "Santa will call me soon." And then my calling, pretending to be Santa... Things started to settle down.
On to today and the dinner that I consumed. I woke up randomly at 5:00 a.m. no one was awake, I used the bathroom, squinting the entire time. I was nearly asleep by the time my body hit the bed again... that very instance Felicia woke up and said "My throat is so dry, I'm so thirsty can you get me some water." After some sighing, I got it and was on my way back to sleep. I was re-awaken at 7:00 and continuously awaken after that every 20 minutes. Finally, Felicia and I decided that we should just get the hell up.
Further in the day...
I watched a portion of the Seinfeld marathon on TBS and really enjoyed that. There were periodic breaks in the watching when the children would go into freak out mode and we would have to find some random cartoon or kid show to have them watch for a while... I think the two of them had a combined attention span of 8............. 8 seconds.
I guess I will have to sum this up more quickly than imagined. Felicia, just informed me that people to like to read long blogs.
Anyway,
This is how the day went on. (I know that I have said that at least 3 times, probably more)
Gf's dad's gf had her family over... Well, those who would choose to attend. Those that would come were the girls that were already there, then two of her daughters then the father of the two grandkids that were there came. We ate, I don't think I ate that much, but damn it was good! Great potatoes. Great turkey, great gravy, great bread!!! GREAT BREAD!!!!
Felicia's dad is great. Felicia thinks that I am similar. I can see that for sure.
Night
*The writer is not responsible for anything that has been said*
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Another conversation with a Jerry Marshall
So.
Out of the blue my grandpa starts telling me a story of the last couple nights.
Here is the back story you will need to have to fully understand what I'm talking about. He has sleep apnea. Sleep apnea is while you're sleeping you periodically stop breathing. There is a machine that continuously blows air through a mask that you wear while you sleep to help you continue to breath when you have an episode of not breathing when you sleep.
The point of this story is that my grandpa told me this.....
Jerry: "I don't know if I'm having a dream when I do it or what the hell is going on. Either way the last two nights I have woken up and my machine has been ripped to shreds. It has been taken apart into as many pieces as it can possibly get to. Last night I woke up while I was doing it and said to myself, you damn fool what are you doing?! Two nights ago I woke up and my hose was under my chair and my mask was no where to be found, I had to have Jane crawl on her hands and knees for ten minutes before she finally found that thing."
Justin: "Why are you doing that?"
Jerry: "Hell if I know! Maybe I think it's my enemy."
Out of the blue my grandpa starts telling me a story of the last couple nights.
Here is the back story you will need to have to fully understand what I'm talking about. He has sleep apnea. Sleep apnea is while you're sleeping you periodically stop breathing. There is a machine that continuously blows air through a mask that you wear while you sleep to help you continue to breath when you have an episode of not breathing when you sleep.
The point of this story is that my grandpa told me this.....
Jerry: "I don't know if I'm having a dream when I do it or what the hell is going on. Either way the last two nights I have woken up and my machine has been ripped to shreds. It has been taken apart into as many pieces as it can possibly get to. Last night I woke up while I was doing it and said to myself, you damn fool what are you doing?! Two nights ago I woke up and my hose was under my chair and my mask was no where to be found, I had to have Jane crawl on her hands and knees for ten minutes before she finally found that thing."
Justin: "Why are you doing that?"
Jerry: "Hell if I know! Maybe I think it's my enemy."
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Yo-Yo Mahn
Today.
For some reason when I start to write I clear my throat. I guess that Felicia is right, when I am think that I am about to say something clever or have said something clever I clear my throat. Holla at ya!
I'm normal.
Do you ever sing random lyrics to songs? I know I do. It is songs that aren't even in my head too. I, Justin Marshall, randomly just sang, "CHAIN CHAIN CHAIN!"
I think that one of the best inventions ever has to go to XBOX live. It's a great thing.
Anyway,
My day consisted of random minutes that made up serious hours. Today is now yesterday, not sure how I am still awake, but i still am. I am seriously tired.
A pet peeve of mine is un-flushed toilets. I doesn't matter if you're a guy or a girl. Pee or poop. Either way it's really gross and annoying.
My day went like this...
Woke up, had the dog jump all over myself, helped my family do random things.
I then went and read the Bible with my pastor.
I then went home and ate and slept a little.
Then went and watched Smallville with my GF. She loves me a little. I love her a tad.
I have been watching South Park basically all day.
I am going to go to sleep before I end up with a spoon in my brain from an alien that notices a weakness in me. If you're tired I would watch out for that. They like the tired ones. They sorta like spoons, mainly they like you.
Justin
For some reason when I start to write I clear my throat. I guess that Felicia is right, when I am think that I am about to say something clever or have said something clever I clear my throat. Holla at ya!
I'm normal.
Do you ever sing random lyrics to songs? I know I do. It is songs that aren't even in my head too. I, Justin Marshall, randomly just sang, "CHAIN CHAIN CHAIN!"
I think that one of the best inventions ever has to go to XBOX live. It's a great thing.
Anyway,
My day consisted of random minutes that made up serious hours. Today is now yesterday, not sure how I am still awake, but i still am. I am seriously tired.
A pet peeve of mine is un-flushed toilets. I doesn't matter if you're a guy or a girl. Pee or poop. Either way it's really gross and annoying.
My day went like this...
Woke up, had the dog jump all over myself, helped my family do random things.
I then went and read the Bible with my pastor.
I then went home and ate and slept a little.
Then went and watched Smallville with my GF. She loves me a little. I love her a tad.
I have been watching South Park basically all day.
I am going to go to sleep before I end up with a spoon in my brain from an alien that notices a weakness in me. If you're tired I would watch out for that. They like the tired ones. They sorta like spoons, mainly they like you.
Justin
A conversation with a Jerry Marshall
Last night.
My grandpa walked by a little candy bowl in which I had filled with Sprees. This being directly after dinner. He decided to eat a spree, thinking it was an m&m. Chaos filled his mouth.
Jerry (Grandpa): "WHEW! What in God's name was that?! I thought it was an M&M. Oh my. WHEW!"
Justin: "You didn't like it?
Jerry: "Hell no. I don't even want those things near me! I might catch something.
So I place one right next to his hand.
Jerry: "Get that damn thing away from me!"
So I throw it toward the keyboard, it bounces and lands on the ground.
Jerry: "Oh God, now it's on the floor."
I laugh and he mocks my laugh for 2 minutes.
More to come.
My grandpa walked by a little candy bowl in which I had filled with Sprees. This being directly after dinner. He decided to eat a spree, thinking it was an m&m. Chaos filled his mouth.
Jerry (Grandpa): "WHEW! What in God's name was that?! I thought it was an M&M. Oh my. WHEW!"
Justin: "You didn't like it?
Jerry: "Hell no. I don't even want those things near me! I might catch something.
So I place one right next to his hand.
Jerry: "Get that damn thing away from me!"
So I throw it toward the keyboard, it bounces and lands on the ground.
Jerry: "Oh God, now it's on the floor."
I laugh and he mocks my laugh for 2 minutes.
More to come.
Monday, November 23, 2009
The Mistaken Identity of the Frog Blog
Hello,
My name is Frog Frogerstien. I was born a few hours ago when a certain Justin A. Marshall mentioned how similar a frog and a blog are.
He was right. I get it all the time these days.
I hop around doing things, you know, that frogs do and then all of a sudden I hop into someone that has a mini-laptop and he is typing away and typing away.
I ask, "What are you up to?"
He says, "Writing a blog, you should know all about it!"
That upsets me to no end. How am I supposed to make a name for myself or find a job when anytime I try to talk to a prospect they think I am talking about a blog!
I mean come on, I'm green, I'm slimy, I like the water, I produce tadpoles and those are my good qualities!
Blogs just consist of people writing whatever goobley gook comes to their mind! They could write about FISH if they wanted to.
I have mouths to feed and that doesn't even count the tadpoles in three separate ponds. Ohmylanta!
Ribit. Ribit.
Damn.
Getting a job isn't easy to begin with, but when I get possible employers calling me thinking I am some sort of blogger it just takes all the wind out of frog tail. Wait, I don't have a tail, excuse my trying to rhyme that was silly. Silly, that rhymes with lilly, oh lilly pads.
Happy Days... Starring Fonzi.
Anyway, stop confusing me with blogs.
Yours,
Frog Frogerstien
My name is Frog Frogerstien. I was born a few hours ago when a certain Justin A. Marshall mentioned how similar a frog and a blog are.
He was right. I get it all the time these days.
I hop around doing things, you know, that frogs do and then all of a sudden I hop into someone that has a mini-laptop and he is typing away and typing away.
I ask, "What are you up to?"
He says, "Writing a blog, you should know all about it!"
That upsets me to no end. How am I supposed to make a name for myself or find a job when anytime I try to talk to a prospect they think I am talking about a blog!
I mean come on, I'm green, I'm slimy, I like the water, I produce tadpoles and those are my good qualities!
Blogs just consist of people writing whatever goobley gook comes to their mind! They could write about FISH if they wanted to.
I have mouths to feed and that doesn't even count the tadpoles in three separate ponds. Ohmylanta!
Ribit. Ribit.
Damn.
Getting a job isn't easy to begin with, but when I get possible employers calling me thinking I am some sort of blogger it just takes all the wind out of frog tail. Wait, I don't have a tail, excuse my trying to rhyme that was silly. Silly, that rhymes with lilly, oh lilly pads.
Happy Days... Starring Fonzi.
Anyway, stop confusing me with blogs.
Yours,
Frog Frogerstien
Who could it be now?
To Whom it may concern,
Yes, so it's your friend or your completely unknown stranger, Justin Marshall. I decided to start this little blog. I really never thought that I would create a blog, it sounds way to much like frog. I would like to try to explain that to my grandpa when he is just waking up.
The convo would go something like this.
Justin: "Hey grandpa I started a blog."
Jerry (Grandpa): "You have a frog in the house? Oh God, get rid of that thing before it shits all over the place."
Justin: "Ok. Yep a frog. Bye."
Jerry: "Get me some more Ruby Red Squirt with some ice."
Justin: "K."
Anyway. I will be posting a lot of past stories that people have read will have to read again, or ignore.
I will also try to talk a little bit about my daily adventures.
Today.
I woke up around well, my mom texted me at 6:02 a.m. to tell me thanks for buying her a gift on yoville, which is a facebook application. Yes, seriously that happened. I tried to go back to sleep, but the dog came in and jumped directly onto my genitals. So I got up around 8:30. I watched the rest of the first season of Californication which happens to star David Duchovny, former star of X-Files, a childhood favorite of mine. Californication is a pretty great show, I recommend it.
Anyway, later that day I was to start my new job at Rite Aid, I didn't really know what to expect. Having a teaching degree and having my real estate license and getting a job as a cashier at Rite Aid to try to get some dependably money coming in seemed like a pretty solid plan. Back to the point, like I was saying, I didn't know what to expect, she had told me last week that I would mainly be filling out paperwork and doing things on the computer.
Anyway, after filling out the usual W-2, I-9, social security stuff, driver's license information and so on and so on.
Then began the New Hire Orientation computer program. I thought I knew what to sort of expect with this as I had done a similar one for McDonald's three years ago. It was similar, but it was very long. After it reminded me about not stealing from the company for about 25 minutes the program informed with enthusiastically what the RALLY CRY of Rite Aid is.... "WIN THEM OVER, BRING THEM BACK!" And after the two animated employees continued taking turns saying their war cry back and forth to each other they decided that I should join them. "Now you say it with us!" I sat there and I decided that I would internally join them. The manager walked in a little after they had gave up on me and I turned to the manager and said "Win them over, bring them back." She said, that's the old rally cry, now it's "It's my Rite Aid and I love it." Or it's something like that. Wow. Anyway, I continued to answer the questions like... OK new employee, take this scenario, the program then showed a video of a person that looked about 22 trying to buy some booze. The employee in the video asked for his I.D. the video then asked me.
Why did the employee ask for proof of age?
A.) Because he looked younger than 27 years old.
B.) Because the man is obviously over 50 years old.
This went on for almost 3 hours. I then left. And now I am here.
Talk to you tomorrow.
Yes, so it's your friend or your completely unknown stranger, Justin Marshall. I decided to start this little blog. I really never thought that I would create a blog, it sounds way to much like frog. I would like to try to explain that to my grandpa when he is just waking up.
The convo would go something like this.
Justin: "Hey grandpa I started a blog."
Jerry (Grandpa): "You have a frog in the house? Oh God, get rid of that thing before it shits all over the place."
Justin: "Ok. Yep a frog. Bye."
Jerry: "Get me some more Ruby Red Squirt with some ice."
Justin: "K."
Anyway. I will be posting a lot of past stories that people have read will have to read again, or ignore.
I will also try to talk a little bit about my daily adventures.
Today.
I woke up around well, my mom texted me at 6:02 a.m. to tell me thanks for buying her a gift on yoville, which is a facebook application. Yes, seriously that happened. I tried to go back to sleep, but the dog came in and jumped directly onto my genitals. So I got up around 8:30. I watched the rest of the first season of Californication which happens to star David Duchovny, former star of X-Files, a childhood favorite of mine. Californication is a pretty great show, I recommend it.
Anyway, later that day I was to start my new job at Rite Aid, I didn't really know what to expect. Having a teaching degree and having my real estate license and getting a job as a cashier at Rite Aid to try to get some dependably money coming in seemed like a pretty solid plan. Back to the point, like I was saying, I didn't know what to expect, she had told me last week that I would mainly be filling out paperwork and doing things on the computer.
Anyway, after filling out the usual W-2, I-9, social security stuff, driver's license information and so on and so on.
Then began the New Hire Orientation computer program. I thought I knew what to sort of expect with this as I had done a similar one for McDonald's three years ago. It was similar, but it was very long. After it reminded me about not stealing from the company for about 25 minutes the program informed with enthusiastically what the RALLY CRY of Rite Aid is.... "WIN THEM OVER, BRING THEM BACK!" And after the two animated employees continued taking turns saying their war cry back and forth to each other they decided that I should join them. "Now you say it with us!" I sat there and I decided that I would internally join them. The manager walked in a little after they had gave up on me and I turned to the manager and said "Win them over, bring them back." She said, that's the old rally cry, now it's "It's my Rite Aid and I love it." Or it's something like that. Wow. Anyway, I continued to answer the questions like... OK new employee, take this scenario, the program then showed a video of a person that looked about 22 trying to buy some booze. The employee in the video asked for his I.D. the video then asked me.
Why did the employee ask for proof of age?
A.) Because he looked younger than 27 years old.
B.) Because the man is obviously over 50 years old.
This went on for almost 3 hours. I then left. And now I am here.
Talk to you tomorrow.
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