Some days are more strange then others, but today was very surreal. Today was my Monday, except that it's a Tuesday and in all actuality my Monday is actually Sunday, so I thought it was Tuesday, but it was Sunday, well, mondaa......um.......It's Tuesday which is my Monday, I'll stop there as I could possibly go on for hours, I'm freaky like that.....um.....alrighty! Oh yes, the day was surreal, I'm at the multi-unit management part of the year at work and my mind was all over the place touching base on all the things I had to take care of. Things have been strained and worrisome as my assistant has been diagnosed with breast cancer, so she's going off this week to get better, she'll be back as soon as she can but she'll be taking things slow due to radiation treatments, ugh. My thoughts and prayers are we here now and for the duration. We'll adjust until she's well again, hell, she doesn't even feel sick, again I say ugh. LOL. oy.
On a lighter note, while in my frienzied state I was trying desparately to match the proper deposit slips with it's corresponding paperwork, when I notice a young man of twelve or thirteen, in the history section. The veiw of the history section is in the direct line of sight from my desk which is an elevated platform above the cash wrap area (it's good to be Queen, sigh....) anyhoo, this young man has a calendar in his hand, he yanks out his lil pubescent pecker, spanks it about 3 times, right the fuck in front of me, I'm like whoa.....um.....wtf? Um.......dude? The little shit looks over at me stares at me and put's his wanker back in his pants and zips up, picks up the calendar places back in the calendar rack and leave's with his fucking lil' prepubescent assfuck friends, who just happen to be laughing their mother fucking asses off. I watch them leave, speechless, I walk down to the sales floor, I look around to see if anyone else had just seen the 'show'. I look at the calendar he put away in the wrong fucking spot and it was Playboy's lingre 2004, mmkay......then I walk over to the history section and um......make sure it's tidy, then I walk back to my desk, sit down, and stare at the history section, I stand up, I sit, I look at the calendar rack and then I start to work on the deposits again.......LMFAO, I have 5 brothers, I've dated the better part of Seattle, and curiously I am oddly unfazed by the events of the afternoon. It's like.....yeah, yeah some kid jacked off in front of me at work today, then I went to the bank, delegated, long day........I fucking LOVE that mall, sick ass shit, oy. Strange daze, errrrr, days indeed.
