i want to feel you from the inside

i think there was a day i did not blog this week, and i apologise for that. i believe that was the morning i was watching american dad. i also think that was the day i got cursed out by the bus driver. a good time was had by all. coincidently, i still hope that sour piece of cunt dies after living through some horribly excruciating accident in which her beard is torn from her chin.

slightly related to that, i am honestly tired of the busses i ride to work on a daily basis making me late for work. over the past weeks they have been consistently breaking down, getting a flat tire, what have you. i already have to put up with this crap during the winter months simply because of the road conditions. hopefully, by the end of septemer i will finally be behind the wheel of a car. this will become more of a neccesity because i will be at a new store. a store i am fairly certain i cannot get to via the milwaukee county bus system. i also need to get my glasses before then. i think after reading paperwork all day my eyes are far too fatigued at the end of the day. after all, in the morning i am capable of blogging on my phone. so they are clearly fine then, but when i get home i can barely read my computer screen.

the state fair is still going on here in milwaukee, and i am pretty sick of that as well. apparently there is supposed to be some sort of city ordinance prohibiting people from using their front lawns as parking lots. since this happenning anyway, i would gather that this really is not enforced. this causes a huge issue with trffic being backed up on one of the more useful roads. also it a road that is used by the busses, and therefore has been causing all sorts of issues with picking up, dropping off, or even seeing passengers at the busstops. i will be glad when it is all over and arab fest kicks in so can get a henna tattoo and smoke the hookah. i wonder if they will have a booth where you can stone someone to death for prizes. i think that would be pretty neat.

hey santa, why don't talk about it, work it out

ok just to catch everybody up to speed. on tuesday i smashed my pinky in one of the cages at work on tuesday. of course, since it was me, i had smashed it in a rather unusual way. the doors on the front of what are affectionately known as shark cages slide past each other. somehow, i managed to wedge just my pinky between the two doors. this was the pinky on my left hand by the way, so not entirely a big loss.

then, yesterday when i went to sit on my desk i cut a chunk out of the pinky on my right hand. i know that sounds kind of unnatural, but our desks in the warehouse are actually just metal shelving. so the fact that i cut myself on metal shelving is not that suprising. what is suprising was the fact it only happenned because i sat on my hand. now i am not one of those who is not aware of how accident prone i really am, but i fear for the safety of my pinky toes.

yin additionm yesterday morning i was verbally accosted by the bus driver becuase she refused to let myself, as well as other passengers on or off the bus. this one deserves a little back story. recently there has been quite a lot of construction on the north side of milwaukee on on of its main roads. so the bus route has been altered several times in order to compensate. what has not occurred is the transition or positioning of temporary busstops to replace the ones that bus no longer travels by. so for the most part, the bus drivers were picking people off in close proximity to the bus stop heading opposite direction. so one of the other regulars asked to be let off. i would usually get off at the same spot since our jobs are a short distance from each other. the bus driver refused to let her off. so we passed best buy to the intersection where a stop would be if there was no construction going on at the moment, and i asked to be let off as well. again she refused. so then we began arguing about why she had some issue with letting people off the people. despite that i could see the busstop sign, and regardless of the people who were standing at the corner waiting to get on the bus. she also reminded me that they were monitoring the bus with audio and surveillance equipment. she then told me she could have the cops come out. "for what" i shouted, "you're the one who won't let us off the bus!" eventually, she did let us off the bus after making me significantly late for work. she refused to let any of the people waiting for the bus on at that point, and drove off to her next destination. i was bot able to call in a complaint yesterday becuase i just counted on them being open later than a bank. turns out that was a horrible error on my part. at this point, i need to stop riding the bus by any means possible. i have even considered biking to work until fall. i honestly need to think of some way to encourage people to boycott the bus for one day. perhaps i could use my influence over all things canadian to enourage others to do so as well.

i got yo boyfriend mad 'cause imma flirt

ok i am exceptionally vapid about some recent video game news, but becuase i am so animated about the subject matter i think it best saved for a vlog.

instead am going to talk a little bit about work. so i have only a scant seven weeks left at my current location before i am allowed to transfer. i could easily, at this point, go into a rant about why i am only allowed to transfer, and i basically have no rights when it comes to working, save the right to choose unemployment. i could, but i will not. in the next several weeks i am going to prepping the store's inventory for inspection. this means counting the most inane shit from here until september twentieth. all while dealing with the regular idiotic ebb and flow os customers. plus trying to avoid helping the people that best buy hires to work at best buy, but are too poorly trained to do the tasks required of them.

so after this whole inspection process is over, i am planning to go visit my family in indiana for, basically two reasons. i have not seen my family in quite a long time. it is also the same week my niece is having her second birthday. she is so grown up and sassy by now i am sure. at any rate, i have several reasons to be perceptively happy until then. the key is, can i maintain my sanity until then.

here is the main issue with position in the store. if i do not do the tasks that i am scheduled to do, then they just do not get done. i am a one man team, for as far as that is reasonable. so when i shove customers into the lap of someone else who is either not doing anything, or they are busy doing nothing. it is only partly because i am being a asshole, and quite honestly i do not feel like helping you. on the other hand, none of the computer gus are going to help out with any of my work. hell, i cannot even get them to clean and maintain product in their departments. so why is there a double standard for inventory? i mean we do not even have training geared toward any type of merchandise we carry in the store, but are expected to sell it to people. i am not exactly sure how this works, but since i do not readily give two shits about the northridge location. i have resolved to either contacting people to help customers, or avoiding areas with unattended customers whenever possible. the exception to this, of course, is the media department. usually becuase they are the most understaffed, and they are the least likely to receive any help even though they have the largest department. perhaps it is because they are not a department that is force feeding people big screen tvs. plus, the questions in media are often either price or location related, and therefore can often be solved within minutes. as opposed to other departments where you have to spends tons of time giving people information about an item. i really do not have that luxury of time, and i am sorry in advance to anyone that i do not help as a result.

people often wonder, "why popcopy?", and here at popcopy we say "fuck the customer! :D"

this is my hit song, this is my one chance to be a rockstar

can you believe people are still writing me from canada . not one of them yet has been intelligent enough realize that when i was talking about cajcameron's post that it has nothing to do with canada. i did not even imply that his subpar "review" was even related to him being from canada. this is how idiotic this collective group, of what has to be canadians, honeslty thinks. now i can imagine if i had said, "his review is awful at best, then again he is from canada. that is probably journalism at its best where he lives." what i did say was that canada is not a real country. i mean honestly, i know they are in the fundamental "awwww, at least their trying kind of way". it is almost as if their entire half of the of the continent is one huge special ed class. what is more, cajcameron also calls the eastern portion of canada the fattest and dumbest part. did any of them say anything then? there were not any responses that i saw that mentioned it. so where is the beef? is it because i am not a loser from canada? it is not as if they are a race. unless they are a race of braindead inbreds. that certainly would explain the fact that they all regurgitate the same idea in response to my post.

ok so today did not start off bad at all, but due to the torrential downpour i had to run through to get on the bus, it was not a great start either. also, something about riding the bus for an hour and a half tends to make me have to use the restroom. it does not matter if i do not drink any water, or if i drink a gallon of water. in the end, when i finally get to work i feel like i am going to wet myself. today it seems worse than ever that i have the urge to urinate. it is none too helpful that i am soaked through to the marrow. now the busses a/c is starting to get to me as well. the clothes will dry, and i more than likely will not get sick from being soaked for a while. the only thing i am miffed about being the fact that i just washed my clothes yesterday.

in other things, the threat level for my roommate's cat has gone from meager annoyance, to general dislike, and is now resting at comfortably at hateful exuberance. i have to admit i am not much of a cat person, but this cat is wtfomfg exceptional. between, what i can only describe as night terrors, involving the cat running around at late hours wreaking havoc, and the most annoying yowling i have ever heard. it reminds me of the garfield strips where he would sit on the fence and cause a vocal ruckus. if i had to imagine what that sounded like, i am pretty sure this would be damn close. to top it all off,as if that were not enough, the cat thought it would be in her best interest to eat my fucking sandwhich. now i do not know about you, but that is officially crossing the for me. the cat is officially scammin' for a choke-slammin'. i am glad my roommate thinks that it is great that she she is so rediculously out of control, but i, on the other hand, could not disagree more. i should not worry much, i mean the worst that would happen would involve me buying a spray bottle. why is it that i have an awesome roomie, and his cat is a total douchebag? i am going to write a children's book entitled "my roommate's cat: the story of a tiny d-bag".