2006-12-19 - 11:55 p.m.
sometimes i swear to god i feel like a drug dealer at work.
that's probably a really bad feeling when you're around kids all day too... as well as guys who look like they do their fair share of drugs.
and another funny thing about all of this is that i think the parents don't really mind that their kids want to spend all their money on some useless shit that depreciates in value only slightly slower than a new car. oh... and it'll also ruin their lives if they become addicted to it like drugies do to their vice.
i've seen the effects that this ware can have on kids too. some of these parents bring in kids who are way over weight. and i'm not talking slightly over weight or anything, i'm talking more like obese or something close.
but it's not even the fat kids that are the saddest ones.
there's these kids who seem like their whole lives revolve around games. it's absolutly pathetic. it's like they can't stand it when a game gets pushed back or arrives a day late because the plane took off without it or something. they call every day asking for something or another.
i just don't get it.
maybe it's because i come from a different world/culture. you know, the world of normalcy.
no that's wrong. i'm no more normal than those freaks.
but still, i've got more of a life than some of them.
i mean, i go out with my friends. we occasionally imbibe in alcohol when it seems fit for the occasion. i have my weekly poker night where i've been breaking even more than not which i guess is good. i've fucked... that's a big one that i wonder about a lot of these kids (nevermind that half these kids are still in HS).
but whatever... they're still losers who should be forced to pick up a god damn book, or at the very least a well written comic book which at least begins to approach some sense of literary sense. i mean, c'mon. you seriously can't fucking think that just because you've read all 27 pages of posts on "why FF XII is 3000x better than FF XI despite FF XI being an MMORPG" that it qualifies as reading.
who am i kidding... i'm not talking about a group of kids as much as i'm caricaturing the store's senior game advisor.
i don't know what's wrong with him, but he just doesn't fucking get it. i don't care, judah doesn't care, not very many people care that you've played elder scrolls for 90+ hours in the past two weeks (possibly an exageration) and that you've spent $10,000 on a castle in the game which you spent 30 minutes of it balancing some rubies and turds on a scale just right as a table decoration. i mean, for christs fucking sake, i've already told you that i don't think that's a great way to spend your time. get a fucking life! argh!
and to make matters worse, he won't stop talking about how he's got a huge cock and this and that and that it sucks to have it because girls have actually said it was too big. i mean, c'mon, get a fucking clue... when i tell you "i don't know what it's like. i'm japanese. i've got a tiny dick," doesn't that give you a hint i don't care if your dong reaches your knee limp.
and then there's all those other things like how he NEEDS to have every thing in the store. i mean, the things like the posters that we change out at the end of every marketing period, he's gotta have 'em all. the standees, even though i told him that someone else already called it he needs to talk them about some kind of challenge to get it. and then i tell him to let the other guy have it, so he goes behind my back and asks the guy anyway. it makes me want to just destroy it infront of everyone so no one gets it and they know that i won't stand for it at all.
i really hate this job sometimes.
i like the customers sometimes because they're nicer than the bookstore people a lot of the time.
i like the discount that i still get on books at B&N so i can still shop for books.
i also like that my coworkers aren't as full of high makamaka as some of them were at the bookstore.
but nothing compares to the merchandise at the bookstores. videogames are nice and all, but they're just not as awesome as the books were.
plus the girls that shopped at bookstores were prettier... and smarter.
the biggest problem with girls who shop at my store are that they're either ugly or have boyfriends with them. that's never all that conducive to talking to them. but i can deal with that.
seriously i just hate that one coworker and the nintendo wii and PS3 is all. if that one guy could just join the flight manifest of people that i wish would board a plane that would crash into the side of a mountain, i'd be happy.
by the way, i don't know if i've ever gone over this with this diary... i've got a list i'm shaping of people i think if they died would have absolutly no impact on society. therefore making them entirely useless to society and therefore their deaths would actually benefit my happiness.
so far the list includes:
wilder valderama
tony sinclair (the guy from those tanqueray commercials)
ashton kutcher
the nameless SGA
the list is longer i just can't remember who else i've had on it.
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