O.o Been a while since I last posted a journal x3.

So anyways, As I usher in a new semester of college I seem to have found myself forcibly placed into the Arts Director position for my college's ASA (Asian Student Association). Not to mention, my work hours got cut short due to conflicts with the school schedule and whatnot. Speaking of work however, I find that the world can really do without certain people. One for example, people who just LOVE to mount themselves on such a high pile of crap which they think is a horse. Allow me to recount to you what had happened one night at work.

To start off I work at a 7-11, a 24 hour convenience store which I'm starting to grow tired of working at. Anyways, It's the night that I finally return to work after a week or so hiatus, and I'm just brimming with energy. To make matters funnier, my store location is situated right across a bar so obviously tons of interesting characters will drop by. So there I am, ready at the register when a guy comes up and asks me for a box of cigarettes. Of course law states that I have to ID before selling a box of tobacco products and this guy looked between 20-25 BUT abiding by the law I still have to ask or I'm fired. So I ask the guy for his ID and he just so pleasantly gives a snicker, pauses a bit, then gives me a blank stare as if I spoke in some foreign language. The he asks, "Are you serious?" and politely I reply with a, "Yes i am." He then fishes for his wallet all the while with a disgruntled look on his face shaking his pig head left and right. He flashes the ID in an annoyed manner, pays for the cigarettes, then just as he was about to leave, he says to me, "You had the NERVE to ID me?" and walks away. lol well this just made my day, FYI to you fatty, Don't EVER put yourself up on that pile of sh*t you call a horse again cause I will gladly knock your ass to the ground and show you the meaning of humility.


So ends my first day of returning to work, which now bring me to the second night. Working the register again a guy walks up to me and asks for some cigarettes. This conversation was so humorous that it's etched into my mind.

Customer: Hey can i get a box of uh....newport shorts.
Me: sure, you got ID?
Customer: huh?
Me: You have ID on you?
Customer: No I don't....
Me: then I can't sell them to you without ID...
Customer: You can't be serious....
Me: Sorry...
Customer: Nevermind then....*walks towards the door, then turns around* Really man? ID? I'm Older than you and you're gonna ask me for ID? What's the matter with you? *turns back around and exits the store, gets on his bicycle and pedals off into the night*


LMFAO lemme just get this one thing out there......I DON'T GIVE A SH*T IF YOU'RE OLDER THAN ME, BUT YOU SURE AS HELL AREN'T SMARTER OR MORE MATURE. OH AND WORD OF ADVICE, DON'T CLAIM TO BE OLDER THEN ACT LIKE A WHINY LITTLE B*TCH JUST 'CAUSE YOU CAN'T PURCHASE A PACK OF CIGARETTES FROM YOUR LACK OF ID AND OBVIOUSLY THE BRAIN TO REMIND YOURSELF TO CARRY IT WITH YOU.

phew......I love special customers