Author: David

If you needed me to tell you that it is December 25th, then apparently Santa didn’t bring you the brain that everyone that knows you asked him to bring. Tonight is the night. Powerball is at 280 Million. Although I haven’t got a snowballs chance in Hell of winning, I have already planned out about half of the first years winnings. Houses, cars, boats… every relative that I didn’t even know existing calling me within 24 hours of going public. People begging for money at every street corner, people I can’t even stand claiming they were my friends. Every person with something to sell asking me to buy their product. All the news channels hounding me for an interview. Strange women claiming I was their baby’s daddy. Damn, that kinda sucks. But I would have 280 million, so fuck it.

It’s finally Christmas Eve! Thankfully, because I am getting really sick of the music and everything else going on with this holiday. I don’t mind Christmas songs, but unfortunately where I work, they play them nonstop all day long. That wouldn’t be bad, but it seems that there are about 4 songs that they play by every artist that has ever covered that song. I can only take about 39 versions of Rudolph before I snap. Between that and dreaming of a white Christmas, I can’t wait until Thursday so we can get back to normal music again. Then comes stupid Valentines day. Yippee.

Old man came into the store today. He was looking for a cough medicine, which I showed him. Then I went to get him a cheaper generic off one of the endcaps and when I came back it smelled like someone had died. I tried to not notice and he goes ‘you ever had hemorrhoid surgery?’ to which I said no. Then he decides to tell me that he did, and ever since he did he keeps letting “little stinkers”, and his wife gets so mad at him. Little stinkers? The fucking fluorescent lights were popping, there was nothing little about it, I thought we had been sprayed with Mustard Gas or something, it was horrible. Then he keeps talking to me… it’s like, let me get the fuck out of the smelly area and go get some fresh air. I had stomach problems already, I surely didn’t want to throw up all over my aisle. Damn people.

You can tell Christmas is in the air can’t you? Know how? Every year around this time something really special happens. They run ads for The Clapper and for Chia Pets. You hardly would know that these goofy ass products even exist until this time of year, then BAM, there they are on your television for you to see and buy. And where do you buy these wonderful items at? Why Kmart of course. Who in the hell else would advertise this leftover from 1987 shit besides them?

Friday the 13th…..Oooh. I think we have moved from the killer stuff happening on this day to the point where people just do so many stupid things that your head is about to explode or something. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, people just plain ‘ol piss me off. I have started to download stuff off of Kaaza now, at least on a trial basis to see if I like it any better than winmx or not. Thankfully I have two days of rest now, of course I need to get my ass shopping though!

Thankfully I got my car back. Looks brand new again. Not only did I get the fender fixed, but I got some of the minor scratches taken out and the whole car buffed to a pretty damn nice shine. I don’t seem to remember it being that bright when I took it into the shop.

I just realized that Christmas is rapidly approaching. I suppose I better get my ass in gear and buy some stuff. I found two different newsboards about the company I work for, one on LYCO’s and the other on YAHOO. Neither paint a real pretty picture of the corporate office or how they do business. Oh well, nothing I didn’t know of in the first place.

Gotta love these short days. I am working on my homepage on the other site, so I have been ignoring this blog thing temporarily. I like the graphics so far on the new site, considering they are homemade and all. Not a whole helluva lot new here. My car is in the shop finally getting fixed and I am damned to drive a Chevy Celebrity Wagon now. No wonder I’m disgruntled eh?

Ho Ho…oh fuck, wrong holiday. 9 days without a post. Well, I’ve been kinda busy here. I have decided to revamp this site once again, which is going to actually involve a move, which will be to www.disgruntledhuman.fcpages.com so that should be fun. I am looking at revamping the look of some of the stuff on here, maybe rearrange some things, and even put my pictures back on the site for the hell of it. Never know, but I am phasing out the Way2Cool name slowly but surely and bringing in disgruntled human as the main Internet identity. I’ll try to be back.

Thank God tomorrow is my short day. I don’t think I could put up with another full day of work yet. Next week I only have four days, that is pretty sweet too! Of course, I may still pull off a partial day on Wednesday also, just because I can, and I hate being there oh so much.

I am getting real sick of these non English speaking people coming in thinking that I will just be able to help them with whatever it is they need. I did not and will not learn a second language to help someone find the right cold medicine. Just buy some NyQuil, and if for some reason it sounded like I said drink the whole bottle, just do it and shut the hell up.

I changed my yahoo name from stillway2cool to disgruntled human today. That way I can actually have an e-mail address for this site. I may do the same for my MSN eventually.

Monday sucks. Always has, always will. I was watching the news tonight and they showed some church or something that was collecting all these presents for needy children. I thought that was pretty nice, until they said that once they get all the stuff they will ship it overseas to needy children. What the fuck? Do we not have needy children right here in the United States? I know we do. That is one thing that has always pissed me off about this country, we jump through hoops to help foreigners, but don’t give a shit about the homeless people down the street.

Do you know what is fun? Having someone who can’t speak English try and ask you for a product in the store. Have you not read my customers page? Oh that’s right, you can’t read English either. Anyway, I sold someone something they probably didn’t need but since I couldn’t understand a word of it, I don’t really care.

It’s snowing out again, how exciting. I’m sure I should be expecting that shit since I’m in Wisconsin, but it’s depressing all the same. My company is being investigated by the Securities and Exchange commission I guess. Maybe I’ll be out of there sooner than I thought, although that wasn’t the way I planned on going out.