Banking With Girls

So I started working at the bank today. Very cool. So as I sit there all I can think of is my JCP training. I also come to agree this great mathematical proof...

[girls] = [time] x [money]
...and as we all know "Time is Money"
[time] = [money]
...therefore
[girls] = [money] x [money]
...to simplify
[girls] = [money] 2
...and we all know that "Money is the root of all evil."
[money] = √[evil]
...therefore
[girls] = (√[evil])2
...so we are forced to conclude that
[girls] = [evil]


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What a 'Brave New World'

Now this is some scary stuff to be living in.


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verizonREALLYsucks.com

Ok so my birthday is coming up. Man do I hate this time of year. Everyone want to be nice to you. They all go, "So what are your plans for the future." I want to say, "What future?" Everyone wants to be nice to me for my birthday. Like it's a special occasion that they should be nice on. Like last year on my birthday ... you know what that birthday sucked. I spent the beginning of the day with my head on the table in the lunch room. Thats before they moved all the tables around. But thats not the point.

For my birthday I am getting the new motorola v710. I have dropped my phone enough so I figure it's time for an upgrade and with vacation coming up I can use a camera phone. Plus I can now have a depressing moBlog. Look for more melancholy to come.

So I ordered a phone over the Internet and then the computer craps out so I did not get the order number. I figure no problem they will send me a confirmation. No confirmation comes so I have to call them on the phone. I spend hours, you read that right ... hours, trying to deal with them. They send me from one department to another. Purchasing can not track orders they can only sell stuff. I talked to human resources. Those dumb asses. But what do I expect for a company that spent 70 dollars 706 times trying to register domain names such as verizonsucks.com. Those idiots then forgot that someone could just buy verizonREALLYsucks.com. 70*706 is $49,420.00 So thats where all the money is going to.

The best part occurs when you call these people at midnight. This is their service message: "Verizon Wireless. We never stop working for you. Thank you for calling our customer service number. To talk to a customer service representative please call us Monday through Friday. 7:00am to 6:30pm." I was so confused by that, the more I thought about it the more I thought a blood vessel would burst in my brain.

So after HOURS on the phone with no one to talk to I figure lets just go to one of the stores. First they tell me that I am not elligible for a new phone. I have no idea what they are talking about. Then no more then 7.5 seconds later he says that my order is in the mail. He gives me a confirmation number and I leave. Verizon-blows.net.

So after all that crap my new phone should be here on Thursday.

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Women And Pool

Here are some of my thoughts as I played pool on Saturday. Granted some of these are not my thoughts and these are obviously not my pictures but I think they work well for a study guide.

Men and women can never understand each other and this is why.


In the end, lets be honest here, most men think this...


But some women try NOT to be the center of mens fantasies, but come on...


Still, there is so much miscommunication that problems WILL arise.


Because you never what this to happen.


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Useless Things From The Net

Ok I realy don't have very much to say so I am going to say a whole bunch of stupid crap. This right here is an X-Wing car. For some reason this person decided to make this car and for some reason they are not the only ones. This is for all those Star Wars fools. Even those who think Star Wars is better then Star Trek. Even those who have yet to see Episode Two. Bunch of nerds.

More Pics For the true fans:
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Tears in the Water

The rain fall down upon the earth in a depressing staccato rhythm. Drop after drop fell on her as she stood there in the middle of the parking lot waiting. Waiting for what might never come. She had her arms wrapped around her body as if she was shy about showing herself. A shyness that had now creped up on her and she was standing there waiting.

He came up from behind her and looked at her. He slowly wrapped his arms around her body and she instinctively brought hers up. She brought them up so she was fully emerged in his affection. At first he thought that she was going to push him away and he closed his arms around her even tighter. Thankfully she did not.

Breath.

With one big enough breath the tears came. Sobbing. Flood gates opened up in her mind and she was able to finally let it all out. She buried her face into his chest and whimpered and wailed all at the same time.

"Why won't he come back."

Her friend did not have an answer. All her friend could do was hold her tight and try to make her feel better. The other three stood there and just watched. The rain falling on all five of them.

He knew what it was like. To cry uncontrollably for someone. Every convulsion in your chest just brings more sobs. Every cell in your body, every water molecule, tells you that things should work a certain way. Yet, for some reason that did not happen. He stood there, standing a whole head taller than her. He ran his fingers through her silky, golden hair while she tried to muffle her cries into his chest. Through out the night she had been playing with her hair swaying it back and fourth like some shampoo commercial. Now it was wet but still soft.

At that point he wondered about himself. He wondered about where they had just been. He had walked into that place being so depressed about everything. He listened to one of the songs while he rubbed the green felt of the table. The song that played had been the same song that had played on that cursed night. The white ball banged into the other balls and with each clank he remembered more and more and wished for ease of mind. That was the night so long ago.

A night that did not rain but some how he remembered water.

As he held her he could feel the wells in his eyes begin to water. All the thoughts of a secret life were coming to a boil but he could not let any of that out. He had to be strong if only for the woman he held in his arms. If only for her sake he had to control himself.

More tears from the sky. More rain from her.

She switched sides and cried on his other shoulder. She needed something. Before all she wanted was someone to talk to but now it was too late. Now all she could do was cry. All she could do was make his t-shirt wetter. She tried to pull away from him trying to bring up a veil of control. She was about to apologize about his t-shirt but he said that it was alright. That was the right thing to say and she continued to cry. Every defense, every mask she had used up until this point to shield her from the world was now useless. At least that what she thought.

In reality, they were just not necessary.

He knew this pain. A pain that only brings you to the edge of despair. A point in your life that when you return and tell others about it they can only marvel at the your resilience from falling into the darkness of solitude. A point of desperation where absolute clarity arises and one can do nothing but greatness with nothing but the fragments of your heart to guide you. They always wondered where his inspiration and his motivation came from. This was it. This horrid pain was the driving force of anything that he had ever archived.

She shivered as the rain soaked though her shirt onto her bare skin. Every drop falling on them dispersed itself until no part of them was dry except their chest since they were pressed against one another so much.

He gave his keys to one of the ones that were waiting and told her to bring an article of clothing from his car. She left and came back but she had come back with his martial arts gi. It was the wrong thing but at this time he did not care. The rain soaked on through.

More memories came flooding back to him. He thought of the the bruises he had acquired as he tried to deal with the same kind of pain. How many blows did he have to suffer before he began to forget. Countless. How many times did he have black and blues all over his arm in a vein attempt to forget. How many times did he have to dial the phone while each and every finger was in sheer agony because he had just gotten hit there.

As he stood there the tears of the sky came down on them silently. As he stood there he wondered if any of them were worth it. Was anyone worth these tears. Was anyone worth this kind of pain.

One of the other people went and got the car and pulled it up next to her. He slowly guided her into the back seat. She put one foot in but stopped.

No she couldn't get in and leave. He was coming back.

Deep inside something told her that he was not.

She yelled out again, "Why won't he come back."

She cried some more while he gently guided her into the back seat. He held her head so she did not bump it getting into the car. Once inside she started crying even harder because she realized that it did not matter if he was coming back. She would not be there to wait for him.

He watched everyone else got in the car and and they all drove away. Drive away into the tears of the night.


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