||[Sep. 17th, 2003|04:21 am]
Bah, worked until 2 am tonight. It was frustrating for reasons I don't really want to go into. Let's just say the Jones Crowbar theorem comes into play: An infinite number of monkeys supplied with an infinite number of crowbars could, given time, pry an incompetent coworker's head out of his or her ass. Sadly, just one incompetent HR person (and God knows I think there are an infinite number of those) will allow an incompetent coworker to stay employed.
On the way home, I filled up my vehicle with fuel, went to IHOP to eat (yes, I really do go to IHOP that much, and stopped at Walgreens to get some new shoelaces. It took me 15 minutes to find them. They really weren't anywhere I thought they would be. I looked near the socks and sandals (no laces), foot powders and inserts (no laces), gloves and such (no laces), hardware (maybe MacGuyver is working there now and thought it was a good place to stock them but...no laces). I finally found them across and down from the toothpaste and toothbrushes. Maybe people with gapped teeth like David Letterman work there as stockers and thought they were really floss. Who knows.
During the search, I walked down the cleaning supplies aisle (looking for laces) and the smell of mothballs hit me. It reminded me of way the hell back when I worked in a grocery store for a short while and I worked on the aisle with cleaning supplies. Then, a few feet past the mothballs, a moth flew out from in between some detergent boxes. I thought it must have felt pretty much unwelcome and completely out of place given it was surrounded by something it disliked - something designed to repel it, even.
Never thought by living here I would end up empathizing with an insect.