My work is a place of fun

Somebody once told me that I should write down what happens at work an if I was ever going to write a book, collect the incidents and add them to the book. At the time I didn't take that certain someone (I'm not naming any names because I can't for the life of me remember who it was) very seriously, but when I walked through the store today, feeling like it was the last time I was here, since I'm quitting soon, I started remembering everything that's happened here. It was like, there one of my coworkers got showed into a wall and ripped it down, there I got drunk with Anniken changing the windows, there we had a sushi lunch on the floor behind the counter, there we sprayed eachother with pheremone spray hoping we'd get more action from the opposite, or same, sex, there we tried on every wig in the store, there a man threw a used sex toy after me, there I watched a lot of porn on the screen, there somebody tried to jerk of in the basement, there somebody snorted cocain in the basement, and there is Chasey Lane, the most infamous sex doll this side of town. On the one hand, I realized that this would make a hilarious book if I could ever write it, on the other hand I realized that parts of me will miss this place and parts of me won't. It's been a fun three years though.

I shed my illusions and reach enlightenment

I just realized that I was in fact prejudice against men. I have no illusions about men, I believe that no matter how gross a porno, somewhere in this world a man is willing to buy it. But today, when this sweet little girl came in and bought four pornos with old ladies and anal sex (yes old ladies getting it in the ass) I was actually shocked. And that's when I realized that no matter how disillusioned I thought I was with humankind, my disillusioness was with the male half of humankind. Luckily for me this situation is now remedied and I no longer harbor any illusions whatsoever. I honestly believe that if I walk down the street and notice you, the odds are good that you get turned on by jerking off into a bowl full of live insects. Because that's the kind of world we live in.