Ow.

Oh man. So isn't this epic? I played the last song on EBA, and while failing it SO HARD, I pulled my shoulder (goddamned heavy books), made my arm sore (oh god), and my thumb. That's how hard the song was.

On the other hand, when I finally did beat it, I got a B. Yay!

Anyways, a game so epic that I would physically injure myself for (I pulled my shoulder about halfway through my attempts, and it was pretty painful, and I KEPT PLAYING) must be worth playing. So you should go get it. It's like 10 bucks used, seriously.

Alright, that's enough out of me about praising EBA.

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Hey, all of you that're reading this. Yes, you. Do you guys just not want to give me any feedback here? Because none of you cunts are commenting. I mean, maybe this blog is shit, and none of you are telling me that. Really now. Are you going to just let me continue on in my fantasy dream world until I get hit by the harsh reality that whatever I'm spewing out every couple of days SUCKS?

Okay, okay, I'm done whining.

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So I have a couple of things from work to talk about, basically. I haven't had much time for gaming (well, okay, I've just been playing EBA, but I've spewed enough about that, haven't I?), but there was some really odd stuff today.

Well, maybe not odd, but I thought they were funny.

Okay, so, first of all, there's a new guy at work. As some of you may or may not recall, I'm working at Burger King. Fast food industry, you know? And it's weird, because I knew he was a gamer. Subconsciously. I didn't really realize that until he asked me exactly how I knew he liked playing games. I dunno, I guess I just have that sense of people? It could be any number of things. Like the fact he was wearing thick-framed glasses. Or maybe the kind of messy blonde hair. Or maybe the fact that practically the way he walked spewed "HAY LOOK I'M A GEEK".

Not to stereotype or anything.

Anyways, since my ESP knew this, I shot him a link to my blog, and I really only have one thing to say to him.

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?! RUN AWAY WHILE YOU CAAAAN!

Yup, I don't think he'll listen either.

So how many of you clicked on that link and got put back here, anyways?

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Alright, so, this is something that I find funny but probably SHOULDN'T...I was taking an order from a group of three. One of them was a little girl, maybe 10 years old. The other was a wheelchair bound woman with her eyes protruding in odd directions. The last was a woman who was wheeling the woman in the wheelchair. So, okay, the woman in the wheelchair talks to me, and I'm baffled as to why she's ordering and not the one pushing the wheelchair. But I roll with it. Then she asks the woman behind her something and I realize it's because she's the only one who speaks English.

I'm not trying to make fun of her or anything. It seems like she was actually fairly intelligent, just her nerves were messed up and her body didn't work right. But seriously, she was the one who spoke English. Not the woman pushing her around. That's just...really funny to me. I mean seriously. The handicapped person speaks more language than you?

But yeah, maybe that's only funny to me.

Well, okay, so the woman carting her around knew SOME English, but the wheelchair-bound woman still did most of the ordering.

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Do you know if they have a kid's room in your Burger King? Maybe even at a McDonalds or something? Whatever, there are these kids rooms in some of them, and I imagine those other restaurants have this exact problem.

Yesterday, I was called into work because we had two people being incompetently retarded and the place was getting filthy. Let me tell you: that was some of the easier two hours of work I have EVER done. ALL I had to do was clean. It was awesome. I didn't have to talk to anybody. I didn't have to keep glancing over my shoulder to see if people were wandering in and fucking up my cleaning schedule. All I had to do was clean stuff and appeal to that slightly OCD nature that helps me perfect details in art and such.

Evidently, we were also way overstaffed, and it's at this point I have to say that my boss was pretty much a douchebag. Because we had been so overstaffed yesterday, we were understaffed today.

IT WAS A FUCKING FRIDAY WHAT WERE YOU THINKING SHFIEWOLGNWORUEG

Sometime during my hectic night tonight, a couple of kids told me they had a spill that needed to be cleaned. I nodded and threw that little bit of info somewhere I'd find it when people stopped ordering shit so I could go clean. Some amount of time later, maybe an hour, this old lady* comes up to me and tells me there's a spill in there and assumes that nobody told me. Of course I don't bother to correct her, what, I don't feel like looking stupid. So I run to the back of the restaurant and ask my boss if he can cover the lobby for me while I go clean because people won't stop ordering shit and he's just dicking around in his office. He tells me to wait a minute.

*Not this old lady. Hilarious result from goodle images of "old lady", though. Anyways, there's this lady that comes in and always seems to complain about something when she does, but returns anyways. I suspect it's to find something to complain about. I think every restaurant has one of her.

Half an hour later, he emerges from the office, and I'm pissed because apparently a minute = half an hour, and I STILL hadn't gotten a chance to go clean this mythical "spill". But whatever, it's slowed down and now I have enough people at the lobby that I can go clean it.

Okay, whenever you tell someone about a spill, make sure it's a spill. When I went in there, there was no spill, it was like someone fucking CARPET BOMBED the place with Coke. You'd think a spill would cover a couple feet of floor, right? No, this one covered probably about a yard or two, and hit multiple tables. I really think someone did this on purpose.

Oh, and just let me point out, THIS HAS FUCKING BEEN SITTING THERE FOR ABOUT AN HOUR AND A HALF. If not more. So it's all mostly just sticky ground.

Rrgh, I hate working weekends.

Really, on a weekend, do NOT schedule one person to cover the lobby. Because that's THE ONLY FUCKING PERSON THAT FUCKING CLEANS ANYTHING IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING PLACE WHNGIWOPLGNRWLRG. Yes, there are others, but they have to do thinks like make meals or work drive-through (*shudder*).

Sigh. Maybe I should just stop performing well at my job. Maybe I should just dick around like everybody else seems to.

/masochisticperfectionism

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Shortly before I went to clean up after the mass bombings of the kid's room, a coworker of mine called out my name. I had the thought to myself of "Fuck, I hope she doesn't help me to make ice cream, because I already have enough shit to do." And I replied "Whut?" In my kind of retarded voice. Or so I thought. Like the peasants from Warcraft III, how they say "Wot?" and kind of sound stupid, except with a u instead of an o. Apparently, I sounded very menacing when I did this, because she was like "Whoah" and immediately said nevermind. I'm not sure why, but I kind of shrugged and went to go mop. But it kind of made me chuckle too because people don't normally have that reaction to me.

A little while later, I had to take an order, and the guy that was going to order took a look at me then scampered off. Hilarious. Apparently, when I'm stressed, I'm really scary.

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Well, that's it for tonight. I'm tired and my entire shoulder-frame-thing hurts. Damned books. I seem to be kind of lengthy when I write anyways, and you all probably get bored about halfway through on your hyper-up sugar rushes.

But anyways. TELL ME HOW MUCH I SUCK I DO IT ALL THE TIME AT BURGER KING ANYWAYS.

Want to tell this author what you think, but you don't want anyone else to see it? Think she's full of it and need to set her straight? Want to worship the ground she walks on? Well, good luck with that last one, but you can email Chrys at catharticgamer@yahoo.com and at least tell her what you think.