so. . .I went to Target today to buy poster frames for my new office (that's right, i have my own office: feel the power of the secretary) and I couldn't pull the trigger on anything. As a matter of fact, I pretty much walked around briefly and left. I call this a bad consumer day, namely because there were so many folks out that I suddenly felt as if we were all cattle--livestock with disposable income, slowly herded from isle to isle buying tooth paste and designer cookware. . . I freaked and ran.
earlier in the day, Jay and I tried to pick up a couch @ the Salvation Army for a friend of ours and guess what? They resold the chair! There was a sold ticket on the chair, but that didn't stop the geniuses @ Sally's from letting that sonofabitch go without a recipt--the same recipt that I was told to bring when I was picking up said chair!!! How in the hell does this happen? Jay put it in perspective: "What do you expect when the store is pretty much run by junkies and convicts awaiting trial." Not to paint the picture that everyone who works @ Sally's is a coke-head or convicted b&e felon, but damnit it's not like they are the r & d department at Lockhead-Martin either. . .
more later
night soundtrack:
sam cooke-the immortal; al green-i can't stop; rolling stones-let it bleed; buzzcocks-singles gone steady
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