Two Hundred Sixty-Ninth Entry

I would like to give a shout out to Rouja.

I am drunk. Drunk is good.

As of last week, there was only one person that I didn't get along with at Albertsons. His name is Chad. Chad is an extremely lazy 16 year old that is only working because his parents are forcing him too. Not that he needs to, his parents are filthy rich. Anyway...

Last Wednesday I decided that my ill-will towards Chad should end. Partly because he was showing great improvement in the grocery bagging arena, and partly because I felt bad for him being picked on by all the Checkers. Brad, a checker, was laying into him verbally about how he needs to do what all the checkers ask of him. I stuck up for Chad because all Chad seems to know how to do is stand around and cop a tude. That ended the silent hostility between me and Chad.

Today, our truce is still intact but wearing thin. Today was a particularly tude-iful Chad day and a lot of the baggers weren't havin it. There was even a mini-shoving match between the well-liked Kipp(a bagger, 20 years old) and Chad. Kipp lamented the fact that Chad cannot be the subject of a Kipp ass-whoopin' because he is a minor. But Kipp swears that if Chad was 18, Kipp would kick his ass all over the place. Yes, it was as "high school" as it sounds. The rest of the night Johnny(another bagger, 19 years old) and I were chanting "Kick his ass" under our breaths. Very very high school.

Tomorrow night I am closing, I have Tuesday and Wednesday off and am closing again on Thursday. I have Friday off and am working a relatively early shift on Saturday. Pretty cherry schedule if you ask me.

Sleep time..