Mezzo Swede

A Toast to World Domination
2002-09-23 08:59:17 (UTC)

Eradicate Idiocy in Our Electronics Stores!

I am not in a writing mood, but I think the low-light of
yesterdays tedious workday deserves a mention. When I was
closing the damn register, I ended up getting a corner of
my smock caught in the drawer. So there I was, at closing
time, involuntarily attached to the register.
This morning I played piano in church. I didn't play very
well, but it's such an appreciative, feel-good, kind of
audience. I love being there. My mind and body respond very
positively to the message that is being conveyed in the
services, and I always leave feeling great about life.
Nothing is contrived or forced.
Luis and I have cable television now. It's very exciting. I
am a little nervous that we both will now choose television
over chores at all times, and the state of the apartment
will deteriorate into filth. Hm. To ensure that that does
not happen, I think I'll do a serious cleaning tomorrow, as
I have the day off of work. I am really excited about
getting to watch Cow & Chicken again, on the Cartoon
Network. It's been too long. What a great show. GREAT show.
I also had a History House show today. It went ok.
Afterwards, I stopped by Fry's electronics to check the
prices on flat screen TVs. I really want one. The guy in
the store was a complete moron. I asked him to estimate the
length of a connector cable, and he concluded that it was
equivalent to five tiles on the floor. He also knew that
the tiles were each 12 inches in length. But what he
apparently did NOT know, was that there are 12 inches in a
foot, and therefor the cable would be...5 feet. I didn't
want to be the one to break the news to him, so I just took
my cable and teetered off to the overpriced alarm clock
section. Fry's is a strange place. It's like a cross
between Blockbuster, Office Depot, and Buffalo Bills Wild
Adventure Park. I don't care much for the saloon
atmosphere. Maybe it's just me, but it kind of clashes with
the new plasma screen TVs. I wanted to write a letter to
put in their suggestion box. First I'd recommend that they
start matching their decor with their products, by getting
rid of the Feivel Goes West theme. And secondly, they
should have a policy stating that you can't work there
unless you are absolutely sure of how many inches are in a
foot, and how many feet are in...five feet. (The answer is
FIVE. Consider yourself enlightened, and certified by the
Ann School for the Eradication of Idiocy. You are now
officially qualified to work at Fry's. Congratulations.)
I went to dinner with Gaby tonight, and that was really
fun. We looked at some photos that I picked up earlier.
There are several hilarious pictures, including one of my
mother holding a coffee cup, that unbeknownst to her
reads "SEX. The best few minutes of my day." It's REALLY,
REALLY funny.
Ah, yes, and there was the pay phone episode. Before going
in to the restaurant, we passed a pay phone, and it started
ringing. That only happens in movies, so I told Gaby to
pick up. It was someone who wanted to talk to their mother.
Gaby told the person that their mother was not there. And
that's about it for the pay phone story. And that's about
it for the journal entry too. I am beat.




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