M-O-O-N, that spells lie.

For as long as I can remember-- probably even before people really started to notice the economic crisis-- they'd been telling us that everything is okay. That the store is doing well. I'm privileged enough to deal with the store's earnings, and therefore know what they make on a day-to-day basis. And to be honest, they're probably are doing pretty well. But things aren't all bright in Hollywood.

There's another problem with my job: I get to supervise the grunts, and talk bullshit with them daily. And they're not all that happy. Some are pretty scared, actually. We've got people in college who aren't even getting enough hours to pay the rent. People who are pregnant and need to be working as much as they can now, before it gets to the point where they cannot. 

Fuck, where is this coming from.

Can you blame me? I'm bored on a Sunday (morning). I don't feel like finishing Person to Person just quiet yet, because I'm in love with Richard Matheson as a writer, and I Am Legend is the only book I currently own. And fuck Pokemón. Whoever decided that adding the message "It continues to rain" between every turn is a fucking MORON. No one cares about the rain, besides when my Ponyta is getting the shit kicked out of him. 

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Um.