Laziness rules!

It has just been one of those days where you can't really work up the energy to get your ass up in the morning, then when you finally roll out of bed, the whole day is just too much to bear. I mean, if you can't find the energy to get out of bed, how the hell are you going to find the energy to work or drive or eat or do anything but sleep? I finally put those boss superpowers to work and left early. I'd feel bad, but I grabbed a sandwich, and slept disjointedly for a couple of hours. I still feel tired.

People are bizarre. Of course, this is the dowfall for working in retail, but I swear everyday I walk out of the building saying that I don't understand people. What is this need to tell me what the hell is wrong with your life? Did I ask? If you know it isn't my fault, then why the fuck are you yelling at me? Honestly, big corporations aren't out to get you, sometimes things fall through the cracks. There are evidences of this everywhere, including your wardrobe. Who dressed you this morning? And, while I'm at it, why the hell isn't there a fashion police force? I don't know who told women they could carry off animal prints, but they were wrong. And, since when did men wear lavender/pink/salmon on a regular basis. And who is making ties to match? If you can't find the time to shower and throw on some clean clothes before you walk out the door, don't bother coming here. No, I'm not your honey, but I can see where you would make that mistake (that applies to both men and women). Perhaps you'd like to get your teeth from the car and try that conversation again.

Okay. I'm better now. Well, not really, but I'll fake it. I can carry it off pretty well, too. I work in retail.