Techno in the Metro

This picture's cool, too. Love the contrasting colors.

I want to go to the city. But I'll have to wait...

ANYWAY!

I realize that I forgot to say where it was that I applied at. It was to an admittance contractor at mad river hospital. This contractor is national, so I could move to a different city and work for them still!
Looks to be a cakewalk job. However, I'll have to allocate time for exercise, since I won't be getting any if hired (and I think I have a very good chance).

Here's a few fun stories that happened to me the past couple of days:
On Sunday, when I was very tired, a lady in a big red pickup truck (with a camper shell) flew down the road, but stopped in front of me. She rolled down her window and asked, "Have you seen a pork rib roast in one of these carts?" I replied, "No." When I said that, she immediately accelerated really quick and screamed out of her window "OH MY GOD!"
I probably would've cared except I was tired, so I didn't. Most people would've stopped pursuing right there and would've instead have said, "Well, that's life." But this psychotic soccer mom (who looked hyped on speed) barged in the door of the store, throwing the door so hard it slammed against the back real hard (that takes true effort).
Apparently this lady checked out of Meghanraye's stand, and so she went up to her and asked, "Did you do something with my Pork Rib Roast???" "No," said Meghanraye. This lady threw her hands in the air like she was about to lose it and dashed off to customer service. The people there told her they hadn't seen it, and because this lady was so crazy (C'mon. The pork rib roast probably costed $30 at the most.), Persuaded a manager to have me look at all of the carts for it. I did this slowly, since I was really tired (and I'm slow when I'm tired) When I was finished looking, I came back to customer service and shook my head like a doctor would when he's trying to tell a patient that a family member didn't make it. The lady looked like she was going to cry.

It will be a good funeral. Maybe we can invite all those goth people. You know how beautifully soccer moms mingle with goths (or how anybody (that's not a goth) mingles with goths)

That's all that I saw of that lady after that.

Yesterday, as I started my shift, I had some guy come up to me and ask where the ice cream sandwiches were. I told him that they were in the back corner of the store. He said, "Good. I'm gonna take them and eat them 6 packs of ice cream sandwiches with the paper and all in one bite. Say, are you rich?" I said No. He asked me, "Are you the greatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreat grandson of Abraham Lincoln? (I saw a guy who looked like Abe yesterday, by the way)" I said no. Then, he said that I was the grandson of some famous guy in the 19th century(I forget his name. Sorry.) and left. Later, I saw him towards the end of my shift. He exclaimed, "Get ready for the democratic primary convention!" and entered the store. As I did my work, we crossed again. This time, it was in the dairy area. He was holding a can of whipped cream. He said, "Did you know that this stuff is the best out of all these whipped creams?" "I didn't," said I. "That's right. Because this stuff is the only one that gives 100% satisfaction. The other ones try to short change you." Then, he waltzed off.

That's all I saw of that guy. He is really funny (probably crazy)... he should be a comedian.

My rating of Skechers has now been modified to state, "poser shoes". They look real good, but they can't take a beating. My skechers at work are beginning to break apart after only 1 month of labor. they look bad.
The Nike's, on the other hand, are taking a beating quite well. I only wish that Nike would make their shoes wider (they have a tendency to make a really skinny shoe).

I know I said this before, but... I have been sleeping and eating a lot lately. I must be growing. The cycle continues.

I think I should write more of what PM has told me up here, during my discussions with him, before I forget. Here goes:

If you look after your best interests, and follow them, people will follow you.
Helping someone because it will help you (and maybe how you feel about yourself) is not selfish
drugs are bad
Perception is everything (ok. He didn't tell me this one first. but I'm going into detail)
*For example: killing a poor sesame seed may not be so bad. Maybe you're freeing the sesame seed from being stuck!
*PM used soap sponges as an example. When his soap sponges would get older, he'd buy a new soap sponge and cut a corner off his older sponge (he actually has 4 soap sponges). He considered clipping a corner a "promotion", and that sponge's job duty was different (clean something nastier). It is an honor for that sponge to be cleaning something nastier, and to lose a corner.
When hardship arises, consider it a privilege to be enduring the hardship. Some people never get the chance to have a hard day pushing carts, because they don't have legs! Others may never be able to have a tough homework assignment to do. The fact that you get to do said activity should be quite a compliment.
Doing something hard lets you test yourself
The fact that you get to do a hard activity makes your life a little bit more interesting. Doing easy things doesn't yield much experience.
Failure is not a bad thing. You usually learn more from failure than from success
Your "tribal group" (which could be family and/or friends. Just the group you relate to) is important to stick up for. Even if one of them is the village idiot, they are still a part of your group. It's important not to leave them behind. They are a part of you (by being a member of your group). When they suffer, so do you.
If one of the members is enduring hard times, the other members help that member out. In this way, the group protects itself from hardship.
Try and accomplish one simple thing each day. One... simple... thing. Could be anything. But just know that you've done one thing today, so today is not a wasted day.

Imagine a company as a bucket of water. You stick your hand in the water. When you take it out, do you leave an impression?-my grandpa explaining why you should never devote yourself to a company
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