New Job, New Aches.

Yup, I’m once again back in the working class of Edmontonian’s; thank goodness I’m not a pimp or a dumb-ass drug head.

I got myself a job over at the Mark’s Work Wear House right by my place. If you don’t know what MWWH is, it’s basically a clothing store, except most of the clothes are for the working class or industrial wear for oil rigs or the like. Many people would think working in a clothing store would be easy, right?

WRONG. For 90% of the shift, I’m on my feet running around for the most part, and since my legs are fucked up, it means by the first or second hour, I’m in serious pains. But this is why I’m a tough, level 23 dude. I made a RPG joke, so sue me. Not only am I level 23, I’m also a angry ass-hole, so having to often talk/help customer’s contrasts with me rather violently, but if it’s part of the job, be damned if I don’t deal with it. I’m making $10.50 an hour, which will go up depending on how long I work there. It’ll do; in two months from now, we’ll be moving to another location in the city, somewhere around the St. Albert area, which hopefully won’t be as ghetto, will have more places of employment, and, let’s not forget, less idiotic kids to be used for sniping target practice. Two months of difficult work and dealing with often smelly oil rig worker’s. Woo-Hoo! Hillbilly’s!

Christ. For now, I’m gonna stop typing and go get to work churning out more LP episodes, even though Audacity is a temperamental bitch. And again, only three of you all care.