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Slow night...

Slow is an understatement. Every single job in the store, with the exception of the ones needing stock on order, is done. Not every job due today, not every job due this weekend. Every job, period. I can't remember the last time that's happened. Ran out of stuff to do around midnight. Even with cleaning and stocking, there's nothing more to be done. Should've worked slower.

On the up side, grave merited multiple mentions on the monthly vote list. And I got two different tips tonight, more than enough to balance out the customer who left because he "didn't want to deal with" us. Heh. You'd think having a PhD in engineering would mean that you know how to use Word. You'd think that if you can integrate dozens of graphs and charts into a fifty page report, you'd be able to click "print". You'd think that if you spent all that time on something, you'd know what order the pages are in. You'd think that, anyway. I almost wish he'd make good on that threat and come in to complain to a manager. I would almost look foward to explaining.

I brought my Bond cd's in to play, and I really like this group. An electric string quartet, then mixed with almost a trance/hiphop beat. Bouncy, happy, and they did the 1812 overature. Makes me wish I had a car stereo to blast it on.

Oh, paychecks. Here, money, money...

In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in an clearer light.
What is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness.
Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth.

-Mahatma Gandhi

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