People just don't fucking care about other people. People don't genuinely care.

People are so self involved these days that they rarely take the initiative.  I send messages to a lot of people just to say hi and to let them know that someone is thinking of them and is genuinely interested in knowing how they're doing, and most reply.  The thing that really hurts me (yes - I said it) is that if they had the time and energy to respond to a message, they could have taken the initiative to sent one first.  What really sucks is that they don't.  Then there's those who claim to be friends but won't even reply to any outreach of friendship.  In my opinion, that person is not a friend and I have no use for them anymore.  They're gone.  Cut out.  Fuck 'em.

People don’t have enough strength of character to even show basic consideration. I had plans made with someone that I haven’t seen in a long time, but it fell through for a bullshit reason. At the last minute that person remembers that they made other plans. Glad to know that their plans were more important than ours… fuck that. You’re dead to me now.

I also had someone cancel out on plans last minute because they fell asleep. They woke up just when we were to get together and at that point they were too tired. Good to know that they were looking forward to getting together so much that they just happened to fall asleep.

How about if you're out with a friend(s) and they are constantly texting. Fuck, if you got someone else more important to talk to then go hang out with them, why the fuck are you here with me.

I’m beyond burnt out with some people, that I feel like I don’t need to bother with them at all anymore.

Allow me to slap some sense into you idiots…

I’m going to take this opportunity to vent my frustrations and take it out onto this page.

I’ve noticed a whole lot of unnecessary bitching on the internet that frustrates me and disgusts me. A lot of it stems from what I read on the new FML meme that I read for amusement. I’m probably guilty of being a part of this problem since I indulge on this stuff, gaining pleasure from reading about other people’s misfortunes. But there are some FMLs that are quite elementary in the sense that there are quite a few that aren’t worth complaining about, considering there are so many other problems in the world.

Anyways I may be going off topic. But one event on facebook set me off thinking about this.

Someone updated their status saying “life sucks.”
And so on people comment “why” and the person responds, “if I listed the reasons I’d write a book.”"

Really now.

Go ahead and list these reasons. If you can write a book, then 90% of the world can write an anthology.

I’m sick and tired of hearing about people in western society who live with more than basic living standards complain about life. I don’t need to say anymore.

Foreshadowing Dreams?!

The Jays got handled during tonight’s game against the Angels. Although it was only 6-1, it contained many aspects of my dream last night: overthrows and runs scored as a result of, and… well, that’s pretty much what my dream contained. And tonight’s game contained I think two overthrows from Barajas to Scutaro when attempting to throw out a stealer.. and as a result the baserunner reached third and I think would eventually reach home.

Quite eerie as I reached this realization.

What I get worked up about apparently

So after yesterday’s 13-1 destruction of the Angels by the Jays, my subconscious mind decided to play with me and dream about LA coming back in the bottom of the ninth, scoring endlessly.

Brian Tallet was closing and it was 13-12 with no outs. I don’t know the details about how the hell the Jays sucked so badly, but I remember I was furious. I was updating my facebook status endlessly, swearing and commentating at every botched play.

What I do remember is they kept making wild pitches and wild throws and walking the batters and as a result of the combination of all three, they kept giving up the game.

Eventually, they got two outs, and it was 13-12, and the bases were loaded. Tallet decided to for some reason check the runner on third and make a throw there, but he overthrew it and the runner ran for home. But Rolen with his powerfulness ran quickly and retrieved the ball and threw home accurately for a very obvious out. But the ump called it safe and I remember hearing “and that’s the ball game!!” and I got really mad and trashed my room and Tallet argued with the ump and got thrown out and then I woke up and I actually was very relieved and was like, “oh man… it was just a dream… thank goodness.”

seriously.

when did hugeass thick rimmed nerd frames become cool?

everyone walks around with hugeass thick rimmed nerd frames. like they’re friggin huge. first off, you don’t look cool, and second, they must be very uncomfortable to wear.

there’s a degree of nerdy cuteness to emo/fob chicks that wear thick rimmed glasses, but these are so friggin huge, they are the look of actual nerds from the 80s.

the bandwagon is so stupid.

seriously.

Senior citizens of the world, SMILE! :)

It was Senior's day today at Shopper's Drug Mart. I couldn't have picked a worst time to go in and do a reline.

Now I have nothing against old people. In fact, the brightest my day has ever been made in the past was made by a sweet old lady that I talked with for 30 minutes at my old cheese job. She was brimming with life and full of joy and had so much nice things to say. Of course, the shittest my day has ever been made was also made by an old person.

There are two types of old people: the overly positive ones and the overly negative ones. The latter is so much more abundant in the world, sadly. But who can blame them? Punk kids like me make them frown, after all. The least they can do is add to the negativity of life by saying a couple of things so that they can get five seconds of jollies.

I always try to keep my work area clean. I don't mean to keep things a mess so that the aisle is unwalkable, because I also have to walk around to work properly. But sometimes I can't help when a couple of boxes are scattered about, trays are all over the floor, and garbage here and there. I'm only one person doing this big messy job, but customers, of course, suck.

I worked alone today, so it as hard enough scattering around trying to manage everything at the same time. I don't know why some people insist on walking through an aisle that's obviously unwalkable... ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU'RE PUSHING A FREAKIN SHOPPING CART. Bumping into things, knocking over boxes, making my life all sucky and all...

Out of the corner of my eye today in the middle of my shift, I saw an old lady with a walker walk in the store. She walked extremely slow. Seriously, a snail is faster. OK, maybe not. In my head, I was thinking, "please please please please please, don't walk through my aisle. PLEASSEE." Of course, what happens? SHE WALKS THROUGH MY AISLE. I stopped working because I really can't do anything with customer interference, especially someone as frail and fragile as her. I was afraid that the wind from my walking around would knock her over. She makes her way down my aisle ever so slowly, not turning to look at any products. Why the hell did you walk down my aisle if you're not shopping in it?? LOGICAL HUMANS. The whole time i was hoping really hard that she doesn't slip on anything I had laying on the ground because I really wouldn't want to deal with that. As she neared the end of the aisle, she turned around, looked on the floor, looked at me, and said, "you know, someone can slip on that."

OMIGOD!! NO WAII!!!

"Oh, okay." I said without looking at her, in such a tone that my absolute disdain for her showed in the icy coldness of my entire tone and presentation and all. LOGIC.

Another thing about you cynical old people (not to you happy ones. ur cool n stuff.). SMILE. You walk around like it's the end of the world or something, your frown brings forth more wrinkles in your already wrinkled face.

Don't walk through my aisle if you're not gonna shop and stuff, then step all over the products and think it's my fault. Fuck that, the customer's never always right.

Work WTF #35

Today during a reline at Shoppers Drug Mart, me and Howard were sitting on the floor working on the bottom row of the shelf. Sitting cross legged is the most comfortable position you can be when you're working that low. I can't be on my knees cause I have bad knees, and I can't squat cause I'm not mainland Chinese. So i sit cross legged, and mind you, I'm a big guy so when I'm sitting cross legged, it's like a big stationary roadblock in the aisle.

Some old man comes up to us while we're working the floor and says, "do you work here?"

Howard replies, "sorry, we don't work for Shoppers."

He scolds back, "well then you shouldn't be in the way!" And he walks off, head held high, his pride obviously bursting through the seams.




hey how 'bout YOU f off and die.