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February 20 For a long time, just about everyone that works at Dewsons Canning Bridge has regarded Joe, the nightfill manager, as a complete utter douche bag. Now I've bitched about him before in blogs but its always just been a simple "my boss sucks donkey wang" type thing. So today, because I am bored and Alicia isn't home yet to entertain me, he gets a whole blog entry to himself. So here are the reasons why my boss shits me:
- He always, ALWAYS carries loose change in his pocket, which he constantly jingles. Its infuriating. Its almost as if he does it on purpose, in a vain attempt to prove that he has money. Shame its loose change, you're like 55, and work in a supermarket.
- He does no actual work himself. He takes being supervisor literally, and does nothing but supervise. All the other supervisors work. He doesn't.
- He's always saying stupid stuff. A favourite of Casey, Adam, and I is, "Stack 'em [the boxes of product that doesn't fit on the shelves] high! Stack 'em to the sky!.......Only stack them them 4 high."
- He has insane conspiracy theories. On thursday I was listening to music through headphones and so couldn't hear what he was saying, so once I took them out he said stuff like " So whats the mother ship saying? You know those things are how aliens communicate to us..." and then asked me what I was listening to, I said "The Prodigy" (shut up, prodigy rock) and he said "Can't be that good, I've never heard of them... What style are they?" I said "Lots of styles, they're drum and bassy, acid housey, occasionally dancey..." to which he replied "You shouldn't listen to that crap! When you go home you should play the songs backwards because they have subliminal messages in them that tell you to do drugs and get into crime and whatnot. Its EVIL." I gave him a spiel about how no one does that anymore because its no longer new and interesting because everyone did it back in the day, so the moral of the story is that he's stupid.
- He came back 5 minutes later doing the E.T. walk saying "COME IN DOCTOR SPOCK, DO YOU READ ME DOCTOR SPOCK!?!" I gave him a look of disgust and kept working.
- He thinks I'm on drugs. But not the fun drugs that make you look cool, like weed, the evil drugs that rape families and whatnot, like crystal meth and heroin. His reasoning for this is that I always look tired on my sunday night shift. Could it be because I'm 18 years old and stay out til early morning on Saturday nights? Could it also be that my shift starts at 10pm and usually finishes at 1 or 2pm? No. It must be drugs.
- He constantly gives me crap about drinking and going out, saying that they're the devil and will be the end of me, and that I should do it after I've lived my life and accomplished stuff, and that instead I should work, work, work, all the time. I'm 18 for god's sake! He brags about how at his house there is "no booze, no smokes, and no loose women" to which I replied "and clearly no fun".... He got annoyed at that.
- His son is a wigger. I hate wiggers.
- He makes himself out to be a total god among men and to be ever so wise, and the foolish immigrants that work with me totally accept it. As such, he gives them advice about uni, work, and their families. Which is fair enough, he's trying to help, I just find it a little odd that someone who was dirt poor his entire life (he was born in Serbia or something) and who's one business venture (owning a local supermarket) totally failed, bankrupted him, and now he works night shift at a supermarket. Personally I'd be more inclined to take advice from a cockroach. Those fuckers can survive nuclear fallout. Now THAT is cool.
- He convinced upper management that they could live without nightfill on tuesday nights, which fucked up the whole system (cause theres load nights and overs nights, and they happen on certain days of the week... i'm not getting into it...) and now the store looks like utter shit, everyone has to work harder, and a lot of people could only work tuesday nights, which led to 2 people quitting and another of the supervisors getting ridiculously pissed off, and me getting like $40 less a week.
- He's just generally a rude prick, and always tries to be funny but just fails miserably.
February 14 You know that the world is fucked when being associated with emos makes you more popular.
Upon looking at the statistics thingy on my space, I've come to realise that the majority of hits I get come from people searching for emo related subjects, such as "hot+emo+boys" "emo+sex" "emos+rock".
Let me just say that I find this both disgusting and slightly arousing. But more so disgusting.
Seriously, what is with everyones fascination with emos? In an attempt to ascertain some understanding, I will now do a Pro/Con list. Realistically, I'm only doing this because I only got 3 hours sleep last night, and I've got nothing better to do and its too hot to sleep. Fuck you. Here's the list.
PROS (Don't expect anything lengthy here...)
- Emo girls are hot. (Aslong as they don't coincide with point one of Cons)
- They're in touch with their emotions.
- They don't look like they've just stepped off the set of Neighbours like the rest of this hideous society
- They provide ample things for me to laugh at
- They're suicidal and so won't be around for too long anyway...
- They make goths look cool
- Emos are excellent meals.
CONS:
- Often the girls follow the "if you're going to be ugly, atleast be interesting" rule, as such, many emo girls are fat and/or ugly, and wearing emo stuff just makes them look worse.
- It would appear the only emotions they can feel are angst and depression.
- In non-conforming to the rest of society they end up being exactly the same
- They give any alternative music a bad name, as uninformed people simply assume that alternative and mildly depressing = emo
- The music is lame. Power chords and screaming about how their girlfriend dumped them 7 years ago and how they hate their dad because he missed their dance recital is just lame. I'd rather cut a cats leg off, dip it in salt, then put it in a microwave and record the whole process, then listen to that rather than listen to some lame emo song. (Fact: Mike Patton inspired the cat torture reference, but in a good way...)
- They took converse allstars and made them their own. This really annoys me.
- They often believe that they are the centre of the universe and that everyone wants to hear about their problems, and that their problems outweigh everyone elses, because no one else has ever been dumped before.
- They go to rock/metal concerts and just pay out the bands. If you don't like the music, don't fucking go. You don't see me abusing emo bands while they're playing to their (stupid) fans, why? Because its dumb. Concerts nowadays are expensive, why pay good money to go see a band you're not going to enjoy?
- Possibly the biggest reason I have for hating them is that the large majority of them are just following a trend. I probably wouldn't have a problem with them if the whole genre wasn't just a giant whiney trend. This isn't just me being x.hard.x.core.x and rebelling against conformity (though I do hate the idea of conformity...), I'm against this trend because of the whole being depressed thing. If you're depressed, thats fine, I feel your pain, but when young influential kids think "emos are cool, emos are depressed, I should be depressed" and pretty soon they make themselves the hideous swirling pools of angst and depression commonly known as Emo Kids. After that its only a short time before they realise to be truly x.H.x.C.x they have to be into scarification. Its just silly when anyone does this. I know sometimes it makes you feel better, but it doesn't stop it being bad.
- Emos happen to be fast food, they're so busy running from reality that my fork simply can't catch up.
Ok, I can't be arsed anymore. Its too damn hot.
If anyone wants to add their own pros or cons, please do so and i'll add to the list, even though I am heavily biased towards the cons...
UPDATE: Some sick bastard (probably my little brother...) searched for "Transexual" and got to my space. Seriously people, if you're one of the sick fucks trying to find this shit, KILL YOURSELF. Or atleast stay the fuck away from my space. Sick bastards...
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