Procrastination

Hmmm... Sorry my blog has looked so schizophrenic lately but Blog-City is still working out some bugs in the system (I'm guessing, I don't actually know but trust me this create new entry page looks different every time I sign on to it). Anyways... One of my best friends from high school once used the phrase "Procrastinate until it hurts" as her senior quote in the yearbook. It has become something of an unofficial motto. For instance: I have a test on four chapters of Art Appreciation tomorrow and I really should have spent the evening studying. Instead I watched three episodes of The Gilmore Girls (which should be in italics, but this server sucks right now and won't let me), read a little bit of Wil Wheaton's blog (check it out, it really is hilarious) and now I'm here typing a little bit to you people. I hope I'm at least a smidgen entertaining. So today I thought maybe it might be better for us employees to take two hour lunches instead of an hour. I know, I know right now a bazillion people who get a)only half an hour, b)no lunch break at all are cursing me for being spoiled and they might be thinking of making voodoo dolls, but I think it's a little bit logical. I don't know about you, but I am pretty much USELESS for a while after I eat. All I want is to just lay around and digest. I could really care less about what the customers want and if it's too high for me to reach, "Oops sorry I can't see it... There's a stepstool over there if you'd like to look closer at those shelves up there. Have a nice day!" I know it is poor customer service and I should be sacrificed to the gods of kiss [censored for my Mom's sake] but come on. Who out there isn't a tiny bit irritable at having to run around willy nilly after they eat? I'm much nicer once an hourish passes. In other countries they drop everything at certain times of day to just relax. Wouldn't it be lovely? My other idea is enforced naptime. Close the store for a couple of hours at the same time every day and have the workers lay down on mats. Like daycare only now we're old enough to appreciate enforced resting. Really, all you consumers out there are thinking I'm lazy, but hey guess what. You're no picnic to deal with for eight hours a day okay? Somewhere between the car and my store you forget that I don't make the prices, I'm not in charge of shipments, and I don't have the entire inventory memorized. So either back off or let me have my rest. Nyah. On a much pleasanter (more pleasant?) note: Kerry is leading GW in the polls........IN FLORIDA. If that doesn't merit a happy dance, I don't know what does. I send a huge blown raspberry (you know those bbbllphhhththth things) to the White House. I don't care if it lasts or if you cheat your way back into office GW. For a little bit not even your brother's voters wanted you. Take the hint. Remember when you went awol? Even the worst performer should get one encore after a lifetime of crappy performances :o) Oh dear. I think I just violated the Patriot Act. Will I now be tagged as a possible terrorist? Will a roomful of bored ex-Floridian vote counters get to go through all of my correspondence to see if I'm a threat to the country? Poor saps, I really almost never write e-mail anymore. Maybe I should send them all slinkies to help them pass the time. Okay okay I should go to sleep.....er....get to studying. Viva la Procrastination!