It's not a new format, it's not a new page, or a truly witty entry. It's just a background....but it's a start.

I painted my nails red. Most of you are thinking "So? Big Whoop." But the rest of you are thinking "Not ANOTHER freakin' fingernails entry!". Seriously, when's the last time anyone saw me with anything other than blue or green nails. Been a while, eh?

But no one cares about that...especially me. My nails are nice, they are not a topic anymore. But what do I write about? I don't want to write about all the things that have been bugging me lately...it'll only make them worse. And there's no need for me to drag anything onto the internet. It comes down to "If I DON'T put it up, it'll be forgotten in a few weeks and no one has evil quotes from me." ;)

I had work last night and I don't have complaints about my job or my co-workers, they rock. It's the customers that suck. There were three that stuck out last night.

• The Smelly Guy.
  
• The Guy Who Asked Me Out.
  
• The Arrogant C.S. Major.
  

The Smelly Guy -- Oh God! Some people just smell, a vaguely annoying odor that makes you wish you had a head cold. Or too much perfume so that your eyes tear and you want to hose the person down. Even the occasional kid with a diaper, but can you blame them? They don't know any better. But this guy...he LOOKED smelly. He ACTED smelly. And don't even get me started on the SMELL. He asked me a question about CD-ROM drives and I tried to tell him, VERY, VERY quickly that I didn't know anything about them, and he should call the people he bought it from. Not only did he SMELL, but he was dumb too, and began to explain what was wrong with it. I was standing about ten feet away and I wanted to die rather than smell him. Intense B.O., and he took off his greasy nasty hat and started scratching his nasty smelly head and waving the smell everywhere! The smell lingered when he left too. Disgusting. How can people not realize or not care so much that they get that rank! Eh, I don't even want to think about it anymore. Too gross.

The Guy Who Asked Me Out -- I've been asked out about ten times this month, by complete strangers. Usually it comes down to "Excuse me -- my boyfriend, the jealous hockey player with the brass knuckles and the large pitbull, just walked in -- what was your question?" This guy was a sweet, gentlemanly fellow. About my age, tall, slender, black, and neatly dressed for a college guy. He was very nice and seemed kind of shy (but how shy can a guy be when he's asking out a chick working in the mall that he's just met!) He apologized when I told him I had a boyfriend and left almost immediately. I don't mind it when they give up after I tell them I have a boyfriend. It's the ones who keep asking that I want to do some sick, anger-induced, Ninja thing to. One guy went so far as to PROPOSITION me. When he started the conversation with "I have a proposition for you" I KNEW it was trouble. But then he goes into "I think you're a fairly attractive person" Not only was he trying to pick me up...he said I was 'fairly attactive! God that gets me hot. :::snicker::: So I responded "My boyfriend thinks so too." I figured that was going to be the end of it but NO! "Is it a loyal, monogamous relationship?" What do you say? "Yes", "None of your business", or "Security!!!!"? I said "Yes, but do you have questions pertaining to GAMES?" and he began to chide me, making it seem like I had propositioned him. Ew. Some people shouldn't be allowed to interact with society. I can't stand being hit on at work. It's just bad manners.

The Arrogant C.S. Major -- C.S. being computer science. Most are fine, but this particular C.S. major needed his ego shaved. Seriously. He managed to frighten off all the other customers by insulting all the games as "Poorly crafted", "Badly programmed", and "Boring". He insulted the new Lucas Arts game, X-Wing vs. Tie Fighter. He insulted Myst, 7th Guest, and all the games I found to be FUN and enjoyable. Nothing was good enough for him. Then I said "If you think all these games stink so much, why are you here? Go program your own!" which could translate to "Go home and wack off, computer boy!" He began to give the logical reasons why he wasn't, which bored me to close tears, then he asked MY major. I shouldn't have said, I probably should have said "Parthenogenesis in Humans" or "Who needs college, I have mace!", but I, like a fool, said "Biochemistry". He proceeded to insult it... "Oh, design a bug so that when it gets out, it kills everything and we can't stop it! Killer bees equals biochem." It took all my strength to keep from saying "And what would you do? Write a program to stop it?" I told him to write a web page to display his [ego] to the world, but he said "Oh, waste my time? No thanks!" My true interests are in forensic pathology, so it would have been an wonderful time to add some "Life experience" to my resume, but I refrained. So I asked him, although phrased differently, if he wanted any help or if he just wanted to flaunt his knowledge. He left. Yep, the customer is ALWAYS right.