Originally Posted by Mrd00d

I am 24 (10/12/87). Can't believe it but it's true.

I did graveyard for over a year at my last job. I loved it. Got to play my own music, loud. Had so much free time to do work because it was so slow that I finished early and sat and read the newspapers when they came in, or whatever I wanted. I loved it.

I'm a nightowl for sure, anyway. Even when I did swing shifts, my idea was to wake up at 2 pm and go to work and spend all night on the net or hanging with friends. As an unemployed person, I still do that.

Back when I worked produce at the grocery store and worked 4am til 1pm (sucks) I went to sleep after work and got up at like 10pm and stayed up all night. My motto was "F the sun!" hahaha

Originally Posted by Mrd00d

Had my interview at the gas station today. Seemed to go well. I've worked for a gas station before for over two years, so they liked that. She let me know she had a few other people interviewing for the spot. And it's only going to be part-time, Saturday and Sunday. About 10-16 hours a week, but could probably pick up hours.

Then I had to fill out a 200 question personality exam. I hate filling these things out. Almost every place utilizes them. Weirdest, stupidest questions, like: If you find out a coworker is doing illegal drugs, will you inform the boss? Do you do cocaine? Are you reading these questions? Do you think smoking marijuana outside of work is acceptable? Have you ever lied about anything, even as a child? Have you ever stolen anything, even as a child? Have you shoplifted in the past month? Are you going to quit if something better comes along? Would people say you are honest?

Etc. etc. 200 questions, some of them repeats, worded differently to check to see if you answer differently. Lots of trick questions. What business is it of mine what other people do, or what other people think about me? I could go on and rant about these things. And to top it all off, it warns at the beginning that if the computer thinks you're "polishing the apple" it will disqualify you. So if you fill it out and you're perfect and wholesome you won't get the job.

Originally Posted by The Virgin

what? i don't understand you. farming is for vegetables, not for meat. if ou disagree with a farming practice, you disagree on a vegetable. unless you have a different definition of farming.

Originally Posted by Janszoon

"Are you going to quit if something better comes along?"

I hope you answered this with, "What could possibly be better than working 10-16 hours a week at a gas station?"

Originally Posted by ThePhanastasio

Karma is for real.

Got into the TNA Impact Wrestling Event for free; some woman had extra tickets she'd won in a radio contest and just gave them to us. We didn't get in until intermission, though, but that was for the last two matches:

Garrett Bischoff v.Gunner w/ Ric Flair
James Storm v. Bubba Ray which became James Storm & Jeff Hardy v. Robert Roode & Bubba Ray.

Well, things got a little heated.

I started a "You suck!" chant for poor Garrett Bischoff...who's supposed to be a face...and it really carried. Everyone joined in. Poor guy. Then again, if the most impressive move you do in a match is a ****ING HIP TOSS and you BOTCH A ****ING DROPKICK then the chant isn't nice, but certainly isn't undeserved either.

I lost my **** when I saw Ric Flair. It was one of the weirdest, most surreal moments in my life. I knew I was going to see him, but that didn't prepare me for seeing the man I'd seen on television growing up, one of my heroes, just ten feet away from me. I also nearly lost my voice...although that would have been better than what my voice would be used for later.

I got really caught up in the Hardy/Roode/Storm/Bubba Ray match, and was offended at how bad Bubba Ray is looking. I was rooting for Robert Roode...er, I guess Bobby Roode now...because he's fantastic and I adore him...and then the Hardy love started.

It was deafening.

My friends jokingly began a "Meth Hardy" chant, getting a cheap jab in to support our heel wrestler, but it was drowned out by the crowd's love for him. A friend of mine was sitting near me and leaned over and asked why we were calling him Meth Hardy.

Over the crowd, I had to scream to explain, "He smoked a lot of meth and ruined his career."

Of course when I said that would be the exact ****ing moment the crowd got silent. So I essentially screamed, not 15 feet from the ring, an explanation about Hardy's methamphetamine addiction and what that did to his career.

Quite the journey that you've emulated within this quoted post. At first you became a god within the TNA crowd, then you resided in self horror at your standing out to a fighter (even though he might have been hitting on you, I have not been here long enough to know your sex , but maybe I've been looking at the wrong post), and shortly thereafter you've found that there has been a (in your eyes, at least) portrayal of poetic justice in that you've lost your phone, but then you implied that you've met someone that you quite admire.
I looked up, and he was looking right at me. He heard.

I lost my BlackBerry right after that. I have no idea where it went, and am going to call the venue tomorrow. I scoured the floors, climbed bleachers, and did everything I could to find it, but to no avail.

I was standing on the bleachers when I looked up into the ring, I the lone person still in the bleachers, Jeff Hardy in the ring taking pictures with fans, and he was looking right at me.

I looked behind me to see if he could be looking elsewhere, but I was the only one there. He turned around to take the picture then turned back to me. His face was completely unreadable and blank, but I knew somehow that his attention wasn't turned to me because I'd been looking for something...he knew that I was the one who said the thing about the meth.

So, long story short, I lost my BlackBerry, and Jeff Hardy is very upset with me, I'd imagine. He didn't look thrilled.

As an aside, I had to ask all of TNA's security, even EARL FREAKING HEBNER!!! if they'd seen my phone. The latter informed me that if it was a BlackBerry, it was definitely stolen, and I needed to call and cancel it immediately.

OH! I almost forgot! Amidst all of the ****tiness, I got to see Gail Kim, and she's absolutely lovely.
Quite the journey that you've emulated within this quoted post. At first you became a god within the TNA crowd, then you resided in self horror at your standing out to a fighter (even though he might have been hitting on you, I have not been here long enough to know your sex , but maybe I've been looking at the wrong post), and shortly thereafter you've found that there has been a (in your eyes, at least) portrayal of poetic justice in that you've lost your phone, but then you implied that you've met someone that you quite admire.

Originally Posted by Frownland

Quite the journey that you've emulated within this quoted post. At first you became a god within the TNA crowd, then you resided in self horror at your standing out to a fighter (even though he might have been hitting on you, I have not been here long enough to know your sex , but maybe I've been looking at the wrong post), and shortly thereafter you've found that there has been a (in your eyes, at least) portrayal of poetic justice in that you've lost your phone, but then you implied that you've met someone that you quite admire.

Look at the bright side of things if the negatives truly upset you! You got to go to a fight you were looking forward to, you (and your friends) started a chant, and you've met a person who you like. Objectively--when the sh!ttiness is not factored in--this looks like a brilliantly fantastic day.

Originally Posted by ThePhanastasio

I am a female, but I suppose I was so filled with horror at being heard saying something awful about a wrestler who I grew up admiring by said wrestler, than anything aside from him just...knowing it was me was and still kind of is beyond my current abilities.

I certainly got hit on my every goddamned TNA security guard who I asked to help find my phone.

It was a very interesting evening in any event. I'm hoping my phone was picked up and placed in the lost and found. I've called it and it's still ringing and not turned off, so no one's put their sim in it...yet. Holding out hope.

I still feel that it was karmic retribution for having turned on a very talented wrestler who fell on hard times, but is allegedly clean as of late.

Originally Posted by Janszoon

"Are you going to quit if something better comes along?"

I hope you answered this with, "What could possibly be better than working 10-16 hours a week at a gas station?"