Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Ello There Good Chaps!

Okay, I'm not from England, at all, but I love to talk like it every now and then. Honestly, this is a horrible night to start a blog, mainly because I've had a horrible week and feel highly angry right now. The kind of angry you feel when you're suddenly turned into a T-Rex and the guy from Jurassic park comes in and baits you with his own life, only to run away from you and you have to spend 3 whole days hunting his ass down, only come to the realization that you're never going to get the chance to chow down on his leg like he chowed down on that awesome dinner before he got stranded in the damn park...

In other words, I'm pretty fucking pissed! 

But that is not what I'm here for. Nope. Just here to rant about silly things, for the most part, and MAYBE rage here and there when I feel it is necessary and may turn out to be humorous in the end.

That aside, just call me Natira. No, it is not my real name (though I wish it was) and until further notice, I don't think I'll post my real name on here. Natira. That is all you need to know.

I would post a little bit more info about myself, but I figure what I'll do with that bit of information is give out bits and pieces of me here and there in my other blogs, so that eventually you'll get the gist of who I am, but nothing too concrete right away. Keeps the readers interested and won't make it seem like I'm here to spill my guts in one try and BOOM! You know my life story. Honestly, that is stupid. 

Not as stupid as the people who come into my work right after we remodel though. We had a sign right by the doors that say "Customer Service has been moved to the front of the store for your convenience." and then you've got the retards who, just after reading the sign, turn and look at me or the other associates and ask "Where's customer service at now?". No, good people, that point of stupidity is on a WAAAAYY other level. You know it. I know it. Even then idiots who ask the damn question know it. They might not know it immediately, because after all, they are the ones asking it, but by god, they will figure it out sooner or later.

At any rate, it was nice making your acquaintance, and maybe I can get to writing something a lot friendlier and less bitter.

P.S. If you live in a neighborhood with people who clean up after their dogs and walk them on a leash, please don't leave your dog's "PooDoo" in other people's yards. It's nasty.

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