One too many blows to the head
left me for dead, but still I fight on

Just found out that I am terrible at deciphering The Plan's lyrics. And that wasn't really that hard of a line.
And, well, it just occurred to me that I have absolutely no idea about my job's view of my future job status with them. I have a letter on file saying I quit the 13th, but I agreed to try and work a few more weeks because I was promised changes in the store, but that point is moot since I have spent a lot of time since that discussion working at another store, which makes me wonder if they are trying to move me there, which I probably won't know until the person who promised me changes returns from his vacation, which seems to come at an odd time since (albeit he's probably been with the company a long time and they just needed to squeeze in a vacation at a time when sales aren't especially high) he just started working with our stores about a month ago. I feel that it is the monkeys at typewriters logic; if we get enough together, maybe we'll sell a few books, not a lot, but at least a few.
On a completely different note, I found a picture of myself on an old friend's site. It was during the filming of a student film. That sounds strange. I look really bored for someone who has just gotten their neck bitten into.
posted by beta at 5/06/2003 01:30:00 AM