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FYI, inter alia

When you see someone wearing an item of clothing that has a place name on it, resist the urge to ask them if they are from that place. Chances are, they are NOT.

And one more thing, do everyone a favor and wash your stank ass before you go out in the morning. Nobody needs to smell your two-day crotch rot on the way to work; I don't care how cute you are.

So I just got back from Ross (Dress for Less!) over on Potrero Hill, where I returned a few items of clothing I bought for interviews, but realized this morning I will never wear. Usually, when I buy something it stays bought. I'm not one of those people who'll pick something up just in case, availing myself of the generous return/exchange policy. My mom shops that way, however, which leads me to believe it is an effective method, particularly if you are concerned about saving money in the long run. I hate to shop, so the idea of returning something is just dragging out the process. I'm definitely a "Get in, get out. Yeah, that looks good enough" type of shopper.

I'm excited today because I've located a Coinstar machine and I'll be able to exchange all the coinage I've been accruing since I moved here that has been cluttering up the desktop in my bedroom, thus screwing with my OCD desire for Minimalism. (Quick! Bettina & Max are coming! Clear! Clear! Clear!) I plan to redeem my coins for credit at iTunes, since I buy stuff there all the time anyway, and I get 100% of the value. New music, yay!

I don't care that you have an iPhone...

...so please resist the temptation to show it off. I just don't give a rat's ass. You see, basically what you are telling me is that you are a douchebag.

Quiznos Clusterf**k

Alright, I don't have a lot of time to get into it since I am at work, but I have to get this out. Katie and I walked over to the Quizno's located at 339 Baronne Street (store #10805) to get something to eat, and escape the office for an hour or so. Prior to walking over, there was a general discussion around the office about how slow the service is at this particular location. This was the fourth time I've gone to eat there, and this time was no different than the three previous in terms of the unnecessarily long lines, and piss-poor attitudes among the employees. I realize this is the South, and therefore I should expect a certain degree of, how to put this gently, "laid-back, casual" attitude in terms of service, but this place far surpasses the traditional, take-your-time approach.

Everytime I attempt to order a side garden salad with my sandwich, I get blank stares and confusion. Clearly, I'm going to combo that, so of course I want a drink. The flow is just fucked up at Quizno's. Compare McDonald's, the vanguard of all things fast food. Ordering is simplified and predictable. At Quizno's though, the sandwich makers do not seem to know the right prompts to get things moving along, and I am never sure who to tell what. As such, it takes a long time to convey what I want without sounding like a demanding asshole. And it takes an even longer time for them to actual prepare it. (Mind you, I order nothing customized, just standard menu items.) I think the double workstations is one confusing element, pre- and post- oven. But at this particular location, the real hold up is the cashier, who is the same everyday, and who feels it necessary to carry on personal phone calls all the while ringing people up, or at least attempting to.

A new job

Oh yeah, I have a new job now. I'm working for a firm in the CBD (Central Business District), right down the street from the Superdome. Non sequitor: I can't stand a fucking office know-it-all! And we have one here. I am not absolutely certain why some people feel the need to weigh in on subjects over which they have no mastery, but I surmise that it has to do with their secret self-knowledge that they are utterly uninteresting and stupid, thus they are insecure jackasses. I usually have trouble dealing with this personality type because the information they are spouting off is almost always incorrect, and I can't stand misinformation. Not to suggest that I am a know-it-all, but what I DO know (which does tend to be more than most, and you know it) I am confident of. What usually happens is I end up constantly correcting the know-it-all's facts as they are spewed, and it seemingly becomes this absurd competition. This time round, however, I have decided to just not get involved, unless of course an innocent could potentially injure himself/herself because of some misinformation. I think that is the noble thing to do, right? I mean, it's not my problem if you're so ignorant you go around listening to other stupid people and simply accept what they say without checking their facts. Dumbass!

I can't wait to see what other obnoxious personality types will reveal themselves in the coming weeks. This is why I preferred working for a firm with only four employees. God, my SF trip can't come soon enough! 4 more days....

Lighten up! #&*^$%!!!

I hate when people tell me, "Lighten up!" To me it sounds really rude, and presumptuous. Maybe I WANT to take this shit seriously, maybe it's important to me. I mean, who the fuck are you? It makes me want to light them on fucking fire. How's that for lightening up? Fuckface!