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2002-09-23 - 9:11 p.m. Well, my first day on the job at my friendly neighborhood Sears store consisted of me staring blankly at a computer for three and a half hours. Three and a half HOURS! I can do that at home, which would be much more enjoyable. Who cares what the hell the difference is between a Sears card and a Sears preferred card when you can compulsively check your e-mail every five minutes. Needless to say, at some point during that time I ceased paying attention to the tinny, recorded voices talking into the headphones clamped painfully over my head and instead focused on the muzak. Sweet, sweet muzak... "I wanna know what love is! I want you to... hear what I want to. And you say I talk so all the time. So... hey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play..." So yeah. My other great accomplishment of the morning involved a visit to the Social Security Office so I can prove that I exist once more. And/or get a new card. But remember, I spent my time at Sears this afternoon staring at a computer. I couldn't even fill out any paperwork to tell them I didn't have a card. I thought that without two forms of ID, they'd send me home. Dammit! Oh well. I think I'm going to stop talking about this now. I'm boring even myself. I guess I have a job again now. Eww. But the nice thing is, when you're actually busy doing something, even if it is zoning out on Michael Bolton, there's less time to be mopey and depressed. Maybe it's just the change of scenery talking. Give me time, I suppose, until I'm working with actual people again... :-P But I still want pie right now. I think it's my turn. It's time for someone to hang out with me. *taps fingers on desk* :( 
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