xdes

what’s mine is mine, and yours is yours.

if i have a towel laying in the garage, it probably does not make it a grease rag. it’s probably sitting in there from where you left it outside and i just happened to leave it in the garage. the cleanliness of the still blue towel would generally mean it’s not intended for grease, seeing as it would have been black. good job.

if i say no to taking something of mine to another persons house, that generally means, i wanted it to stay at mine, because..it belongs to me. whether i was using it or not doesn’t matter.

why are people so fucking stupid?  bah. 

well, some of us think it’s soooo cool that they can grow macho beards and shit. well, i would totally participate in this too, if only i were able to. so instead, i made up my own.  it’s called “chairgromo”. i also have a picture of what my month is yielding for me. so piss off geoffrey!

beat this!

and if this other job thing works out, then i will participate in all the beard growing things next year, but this was the best i could do. sorry guys for letting you down!

i read an old blog from mays when he used to blog at chattablogs or whatever, and it got me wanting some mcdonald’s. the whole reason for this post is really because i wanted to leave a comment, but for whatever reason i couldn’t.

If you want to read it, go here:monkey’s to the rescue! It basically talks about how rude a Mcdonald’s employee was to him. Everyone knows how pissed off it can make you when you’re basically ignored by someone working in the food industry. Or when they are rude to us. I don’t understand it. I worked at Bi-Lo for a long time, and no matter how bad of a day i was having, I tried my damndest to treat the customers well, because..that was my job.

Geoff left a comment on there saying “It’s sad when the customer is more polite than the employee”, and it really is. Honestly, why should I kiss their ass when they are being assholes? I shouldn’t have to. BUT, if we’re assholes, then you have to worry about getting spit in your food, or worse. Why should we even have to worry about things like that? Why are there people in this world that would do such sick things? Regardless of all the worries, I believe I’m going to Micky D’s for some lunch today.