Another eventful day...yeah, I should be so lucky

Boredom.

Pull item out of the box. Make sure it is the correct item. Make sure the correct amount was sent. Check this product off a list of hundreds. Set it aside to be put on the sales floor. Next item.

Do this over and over again. Get interrupted by unimportant phone calls. Return to the checklist slightly irritated.

Boredom.

A customer. Try to take care of them as quickly and as cordially as possible. Attempt to return to the checklist.

Get interrupted by a solicitor. Realize that you are not in the mood. Wonder where a "NO SOLICITORS" sign would best fit in the window. They go away.

Boredom.

Return to the checklist with even less motivation. Dream about a dream job. Wonder why this job so completely unstimulating. Shrug yourself out of the should-of-could-of-would-of mind set and accept your job for what it is...

Boredom.

Of all the things to interrupt my sleep...

why does it have to be stupidity? Well, actually the initial issue was a woman's inconsiderate decision. She got on the bus and decided that she wanted to make the bus driver's efforts of warming the bus completely moot by opening a window. Gee, thanks. And here I was thinking that I could make through one trip without my feet feeling like ice. She, however, was not the problem. They came when she got off the bus. The men who took her place were stupid. As I sit in the back of the bus -on one of the two seats that face the aisle- a man sits across from me. Following him are two other men who decided to sit on the very last seat that stretches across the entire back of the bus. The one across from me pulls out a black and mild -I thought that he had broken it and was going to try and repair it...I was wrong. He proceeds to empty out the contents in order to replace them with marajuana. Oh, goodie. I'm sitting in the middle of a drug deal. Then to completely display their stupidity they then go about asking each other the prices that they sell their cheese and wondering if each other are on pills because they can, and I quote, "get them any time whenever they want." Of course there always has to be one bigger idiot of the group. The man in the corner across from me had on swim goggles and was tweaking. He spent the entire ten minutes that they destroyed my morale with their presences switching back between rapping and speaking a monologue with barely enough space to breathe. Talking about how one of his dogs killed his cat, about the color of his dog, about wanting a new cat, about trying and not succeeding to pick up girls at a mall, and he kept trying to locate a mall where he can do whatever (probably deal drugs). All of this was background noise while his friend -the one with the marajuana- tried to make conversation with me. I don't want to talk to you, you're just as stupid as your friend.

Losers, they always flock to me.