Another random blog

Here i sit on a Sunday morning, trying to keep myself from playing Game Cube. There's no point in playing for just 20 minutes, which is about all I have before I start getting ready for work. Blarrrgghhhhhhhhh! I just do not want to go to work today. The novelty wore off a while ago. At least, the idea of this job being a vacation wore off a while ago. Yes, I know that being a manager anywhere is hard work. But between babysitting the kids (the one who actually work there), helping old people who have no clue what they're doing, and repeatedly playing bomb squad with angry soccer moms ("What do you mean I can't return it?!? I want to speak to a manager!"), I am worn out by the end of the day. Not to mention all of the merchandising and stock work that I get to do. The only privilege to being a manager at this point is that I can come up with a reason to sit in the office and hide. I've only done that once, though. Well, I gotta get going. In and out of the shower so I can return 2 lame movies before noon. Word of advice: Avoid the new version of "The Stepfor Wives" (with Nicole Kidman) at all costs, and only rent "The Terminal" if there's truly nothing else available to rent. That is all.