All your Telxons are belong to us.
Now, someone tell me. Doesn't "Telxons" sound like some sort of alien virus? Some sort of airborne pathogen emanating from deep in the bowels of some sort of alien filth? Yet, it's the name of a $5,000 handheld device which looks like something out of Star Trek (Shatner's version, the original). Complete with bent antenna and silly little laser thing, too.
You know, Nick and I should really, really co-author and write the full, sarcastic, disgusting, and slightly perverse McRant. I'm sure we'd get the fan base of oh, say...EVERY FAST FOOD WORKER (past and present) on the planet? Who knows? We might even have an obesity lawsuit thrown at us.
After the wonderful, greasy, lard-laden success of the McRant (with all of its policies on condiment placement for you anal-retentive folk), I shall write the follow-up, the companion book, the Wal-Rant, complete with all of its silly paging policies, innate worship and the offering of burnt sacrifices to images of Sam Walton, and silly words like "zoning" and "coaching." Not to mention all the NOFs one encounters. Yes, customers are also considered NOFs to the nth degree. Lindsay, from now on, you are The Cheat. This Wal-Rant will also garner me the fan base of every retail worker (past, present, and future).
Work today was slow-like, and now the presence of the Phantom is strongly felt in jewelry and the wireless center, as Cilla and I (along with a couple others, I think, not sure) plan to see Phantom in a week. She bought the soundtrack, and was listening to it today, and I caught some pieces of the songs today. I really need to find the vocal score. I had "Music of the Night" in my head all day. And sure enough, during one of the little snippets of the song I was singing, who do I see on the TVs but Gerard Butler, playing Terry Sheridan in "Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life," a commercial on Wal-Mart TV. It was slow, but one thing of note: one of those big-ass HDTVs we sold last week got returned to us. Person used it to watch the Super Bowl, then returned it. I'm sure more will come back. But other than that, slow day. Came home, talked to April while Rob was going 60 MPH on the left side of Old Barnstable Road. Got back, showered, and talked some more with April.
I do feel bad for Rob--since Sunday, he has walked around with such a dejected and depressed look. Since the money incident, Bob has had not a word of good to say about Rob, bashing him at every turn, making Rob feel like shit. When he called up earlier, Rob picked up the phone, got verbally bashed some more. He's gonna drive Rob to leave, which is actually his intention. He's told me that he wants Rob out...yet, he doesn't have the heart to kick him out. He wants Rob to decide that on his own. But again, not my fight.
Sarah's gone for the night, getting ready for Shawn fun, and looks like a quiet night now...I'll amuse myself for the next hour, then off to bed.
Nighty night, all.
EDIT: Nick, I'm dead serious. I've actually starting writing "McRant." Start writing. :)
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