Two days ago I was in the window of the store updating the display list of employees and Star Performers with one of the managers. A middle aged, fat, balding, dirty looking guy came in and said to the manager, "Hey, how much is that toy? Is she for sale?" He said, "Uh, no, that one is too expensive."
Apparently he was taking the sarcastic approach.

Then the guy called his kid over and pointed at me. "Hey ___, wouldn't that make a nice toy?" All I could get out was "Alright. Ok." in an -I've had enough- tone. Man, I wish I be as angry as I feel instead of finding my words five minutes to two weeks later.
The rest of that night wasn't so awesome either.

Since I am pretty much either working, eating, sleeping, or working.. Where I work has become very important.. its environment, the people, the politics. There are certain things about both jobs that make me question my comfort level in each.
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I went home last night. Rachel drove me and I called ahead of time to make sure Mom knew we were coming. I had to get plates because I've been eating from plastic/tupperware. Which is fine, but you know ... I'm a sophisticate.

"I love you, Mom! Bye!" Shout it loudly three times and she'll hear you and then I'm on my way. Linda said it was good to see me, asked me how I am doing ('Just working' I say), and didn't seem to affected that I had dropped by or that I didn't stay long.
The TV was on.
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At work the other day some of the guys were talking about how they would rather have their partner fake an orgasm than tell them what to do. I asked them if they were really willing to sacrifice their partner's pleasure just so they did not feel emasculated. They said yes.

I think a circle in Dante's Hell should be reserved for selfish lovers.