So, another week, another post. Actually i'm sitting outside my internship because of course i am again early. so i have a little bit of time on my hands and it is either post to phusebox, or do homework...let's see what won out. I mean i did choose to scrub a toilet on monday night instead of studying for a mid-term...but you don't need to know about that. So the title of the post. i figure that if i keep telling myself over and over again, that i love my job (as in wal-mart) i will eventually convince myself that it is true. Let's see, i decided to take saturday off as a day of rest...which was great, until you i decided to let management talk me into working from 6am - 10pm on sunday...then on monday, i learned that management doesn't care about profits because they don't see fit to keep unstaffed areas stocked (i.e. the milk) therefore, caring about making some serious money (like that will ever happen) i wasted (i stress the word) my last break and glimpse of sanity to restock the milk, now if i can put out 82 cases of milk (multiplied by 4 gives you the # of gallons) in under 15 minutes, why can't someone else take 5 minutes out of there sitting around doing nothing 3 times to insure that it is still there...unfortunately this put me in a bad mood and the person working service desk had to get the bad end of the stick. but i'm making it up to her, i'm taking her out next thursday (suck up points i know) but as soon as i graduate and find a real job (i.e. anything not wal-mart) my life will be better. well that is all for now...

- Daniel

P.S. have you ever had someone put a message on your wall on facebook that you supposedly went to high school with but can't find a picture of them because all their profile pictures are groups and they remembered a nickname you had in 9th grade but can't for the life of you remember who that person was?