I'm Only in HR for the Chicks

The steroids must be working. I am coughing less and I am looking better. I even blow my nose less and don't need the sinus rinse every night.

My friend's house almost got robbed today, while he was in it. He doesn't live too many blocks from me either. At least the guy apologized before he ran away. I've always held courteous criminals in higher regard than ones who bust in your door, see you standing there slackjawed, utter a curse word and leave.

About the title of this entry: I think when I was President, we really should have made HR t-shirts that said that, instead of just the school logo and program. Speaking of t-shirts, today I ordered this. I'd have preferred that style of print with some extra communists around, and the words "GREAT LEADER" on top, as there are some like that with shittier-looking designs, but we can't have everything, can we. CAN WE!

Cokey & Methelusa Go To Town

A couple of meth-heads came into the store today and, unbeknownst to me, yelled at some other cashiers in the store and a manager for fifteen minutes because they wouldn't give cash for a return without a receipt. See, the reason we usually don't refund returns without a receipt in cash is because the people who return such things have often stolen them. Especially when they're returning razors or baby formula, which is pricey. Most often, as well, you'd have no reason to return either. We're nice enough, most times, to refund the money to a gift card without hesitation, because I guess this way we get something out of it. Or, they just don't get fast money for coke and it's a bit of an irritant to the schemers.

Well.

This same couple of class-acts came to my line (on the other side of the store) and begged an old man to buy the gift card off them for a dollar or two less than it was worth. He was nice (naive) enough to do it, and they thanked him graciously, saying "Oh wonderful!! God bless you sir!"

I might be wrong, but I doubt God looks too fondly upon a couple of smackies bamboozling $30 cash off an elderly man in line at the local pharmacy so they can go shoot up in the gutter.

Also, today I again proved I am my father's daughter by telling a tiny old woman that another girl at work pointed out must have earlier been eating pistachios that she'd been caught red-handed.

Ehhh you had to be there.