As The Station Turns 5/11-5/12
The thing about Mondays is I work with Mrs. Late Guy for four hours. So I don't have to rush to get in. I don't have to do any of the stocking. Unfortunately I have to work the register that is right under the air conditioner so I had to wear my jacket all day. I was also stuck listening to the Top 40 radio for half the day and...I can't tell the difference between songs, they all sound the same. Same rhythm, same manufactured music, same general lyrics. Maybe I'm getting old but I just wanted something in which the singer was actually interested in the lyrics rather than just singing them, some anger, some sorrow, some passion, not just singing the lyrics. I guess I got old somewhere along the way. Anyhow the Random Woman showed up to work early across the street. It turns out Mr. and Mrs. Late Guy had to go to a school meeting in the afternoon. Pretty soon I'm gonna have to buy raffle tickets, I hope they have good prizes. There's a crackhead that comes aroun...