Really just posting this because the last journal was a wall of text.

Wrote this for my 500 Words project, but posting it here because you guys with jobs might be able to relate

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There are people I don't like talking to at work.

I don't like talking to people who are on their cell phones. If you are on your cell phone, I will not greet you until you hang up. I am not having your attention split in two like that when I am taking time out of my day to help you. And before anyone utters that the customer is always right, I will utter that that is complete bullshit and we all know it.

I don't like talking to people who refer to me as if I'm a group of people. You know what I mean.

"Ya'll sold me a krummy TV."

We did? Oh you mean Best Buy. No, my name is James. You have the wrong posse.

I don't like talking to people who don't speak English. As shallow as that sounds, it is frustrating on both ends of the conversation. I know for a fact, though, if I were in another country and could not speak their language I would not ask for help. I mean, what help is there to give to somebody you can't communicate with? One day, I had in a gentleman who could not speak at all. Instead of trying to use sign language to talk (which I wouldn't understand) he brought a dry erase board and just wrote what he wanted to say. I shook that guy's hand.

I don't like talking to social retards. You know what I mean.

How, are you finding everything alright today?

"No."

Well, what are you looking for?"

"Well mumble mumble," walk away looking at the floor.

Are you serious? Where in the world is that behavior acceptable? And this generally applies to anyone that talks incredibly quiet, or is otherwise socially awkward.

I don't like talking to people who are afraid of salesman. I understand that people don't want to be pressured into a sale. I especially understand they don't want somebody looking over their shoulder when they're trying to think. What I don't understand is why they'd go out of their way to avoid a non-commissioned salesman who kept a respectable distance who was taking the time and effort to help them. You have to talk to a salesman. No, you really do. Want to know why?

"Hey, I'd like to get this tv."

Sorry, we're out of stock. If you'd have talked to me in the first place you would have found out early. Hope you had fun walking around for an hour without needing help, you magically independant person you. Oh, now you're upset. What do I mean we don't have it in stock?

"Why do you even have it on display if you don't have it in the store?"

I'd explain it to you, but you don't want to talk to me.

I don't like talking to large groups of rednecks. Why do they always hang out in packs? And why is there always one guy that thinks he knows more about TVs than me? That guy, I can assure you, is always the loudest one.

I don't like talking to people who want to buy antennas. Antennas are hit and miss. I don't want to discuss with you for an hour whether it will work for you or not. Figure it out. All antennas are pretty much the same, and holy shit are you retarded? Rule of thumb is that if you aren't getting channels, you need a stronger antenna. If you are getting the channels, but the picture is balls, you need an amplifier. Have a nice day, no I don't know if that one works out in the country bye.

I don't like talking to people who are looking for VHS players. Because what the fuck? Is your copy of Surf Ninjas so precious that you cannot bear to part with it? The only legitimate reason to own a VHS player is for home videos, in which case I will sell you a recorder that will transfer VHS over to DVD. No, we don't have just VHS players. But hey, let me check the computer and see if the 90's have any.

I don't like to talk to people who think they're buying a car. No, you don't get a discount because you're paying it all in cash. I mean why would we do that? It's hilarious if you think about it. Poor Billy with his mastercard not getting a discount, but ol' Jonny was smart enough to hit the ATM. Go you! Go kill yourself.

Yeah, so lately I've been having problems that I don't really feel like talking about, but you know what they involve because I am a man after all. But today I was in Burger King, and I was trying to get my straw out of the wrapper and had a problem. Typically, you'd just bang it on the table until the straw shot out, but it wasn't working this time. It took me a bit to realize how soft my hands had gotten. It worried and scared me, because I sort of prided myself on having these hard, callous-covered talons, but now I've got big soft baby hands. So the wrapped straw just slid around in my fluffy palm, and I had to rip it open from the top, which is pretty stupid.

So I'm going back to becoming the manly, giganto Jubeh that you all know and love. Fuck all this emotion bullshit. I'll rip phone books in half. Fuck yes. I'll fight bears while waiting for all these chemicals to even out. That'll get me all calloused up.

As for art, I'm working on a love story about two kids in a ruined city trying to find something to come to peace about. It's not a "soft and fluffy" kind of love story. Think Gone With the Wind, or something like that. Look forward to it, even if the art will be bad. I'm going to do this one no matter what.

And yeah I realize I always say that. My word probably means absolutely nothing to anybody, but this story says something, and it's just what I've been looking for.

Also if you guys have read any good books, please recommend me some.

What is wrong with me lately?

Man my parents are charging me to live with them now. I mean, it's not bad compared to people living out on their own. About 200 dollars a month. It's just that more or less everything I had planned on doing with that money I can no longer do.

No Evo, no PS3, no fixing my shitty car.

All of what I get is more or less reserved for school.

Sucks.