Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 

Today was blood donor day. Fun was had. Needles were used. Blood was extracted. Cookies were devoured with wanton abandon. And it looked like I was having so much fun that Mel decided, what the hell, why not try it herself? Spontaneous blood donating is sure to become the new fad for dates. I'm sure of it.

I must confess though: it makes for a rather arduous task to try and donate blood when the donor clinics are usually held in the middle of a work shift in a mall that you don't work in. As a result, I haven't been able to donate blood as often as I'd like. Granted, I'm not in that prestigious AB "universal recipient" club, or that equally elitist O Negative "universal donor" club, but hey! O Positives are people too!

Besides, when you get right down to it, donating blood means good things. Namely Coke and cookies. Oh...and there's that whole "saving lives" thing too. But it's mostly about the cookies.

In other news, I finished reading the Ghost In The Shell 2 manga. And at the risk of sounding like an idiot, I have absolutely no idea what the hell happened in it. Lot of E-hacking and brain hijacking. Lot of philosophical and science and religious discussions. Definitely lots of not-so-subtly veiled fanservice. And I think all but the fanservice flew right over my head. Something tells me I'll have to read it again, or else act intellectually superior in an attempt to hide my "having no fscking clue" status if anyone asks what I thought of the manga.

I need to find myself some Shirow Coles notes...

And for those of you playing the home version of our game, Today's Asking Asshats totalled: 6. (I swear, I will be the happiest retail trencher alive once school starts again, and people may actually take the time to read a sign.)
posted by Phillip at 9:34 PM

 

The store has been oddly slow the last few days. At least compared to the crowds we've been seeing in the last week or so. This can only mean one of three possibilities.

1) people have actually been thinking ahead and began doing their back to school shopping anywhere up to a month ago in order to avoid the crowds. Naturally this thins out the crowd, making our work less hectic. And this unexpected intelligent foresight in turn validates my faith in humanity. Or,

2) everyone is waiting until the absolute last minute (read: the long weekend itself) to do all their back to school shopping. This in turn means we will be swamped for the next few days, driving us to curl up into little fetal balls and think of our happy place...or else break the glass on our "Use In Case of Homicidal Rage" cabinet house the Customer Appreciation Amazing Pancake Maker. Of course, this would nullify all that "validation of faith in humanity" thing. Or else it might be,

3) my phereomones are in fact driving customers out of the store. Which might explain why the store gets busy whenever I'm not around, but within a minute of my return, the place empties out again. (I know it can't be my B.O., since I use deodorant every day.) Now, if only we could harness this power for the forces of good...

In other news, I have begun Christmas shopping already, the Evidence Mice have been lying low, I get to sleep in tomorrow and oh dear God, I don't know what the cat did in the litter box, but it's making my eyes tear up from the burning!!


Oh, and for anyone playing the pool at home, here is Today's Asking Asshat number: 5.
posted by Phillip at 9:40 PM

 

This past weekend was spent in the company of friends, family, a lot of mosquitos and more than a few vices. Though there was (sadly) no Tequila present for me to indulge in my favourite alcoholic vice, I did discover a few fascinating vice-related things. Like how it feels to be the person who has to hold back someone's hair while they pay their tribute to the porcelain god.

Good times were had regardless...at least for those of us who didn't suffer a hangover the next morning. Though it saddens me to say that at the bonfire celebrating my sister's birthday, I lost no less than 3 marshmallows and 2 hotdogs to said fire.

I blame it on my sticks. They all caught fire and broke off, taking my hapless and delicious meals down with them. And now I've apparently been banned from selecting or using sticks to cook hotdogs/marshmallows over the fire ever again. Geez, you'd think I'd been trying to put an electric kettle onto the fire or something...

Anyhoo, it's the week before school starts, and thus far I'm please to report I haven't been forced to kill any silly-arsed customers. Yet. The week is still young, of course. Mind you, we are considering setting up a betting pool regarding our signage. Currently we have a promotional deal, and the sign advertizing for it says:

Perhaps it's because of all my time being trapped in the retail trenches that I'm inherently skeptical now, but whenever I see a sign proclaiming any sort of sale, I immediately search the rest of the sign for the fine print, requirements and other such limitations. Then again...this does help further my belief that everyone should spend a "tour of duty" of sorts in the service sector for at least a required 4-6 months. Perhaps then people will tone down their asshattery.

It's either that, or I revert back to the Customer Appreciation Amazing Pancake Maker.

Today's Lesson: sometimes the smell of bong wafting through the balcony window can smell a lot like dog poop.
posted by Phillip at 8:50 PM