It's a crazy thing, working in the "real world." I'm not talking about a temporary job at a burger place or something but working in a place where there are actual people who have actual careers and everything. My first taste of this "real world" workplace was at the library.

Sure, not everyone there was an actual librarian but still, most people there worked full time and have been there for a few years already. They eat, breathe, and have sex with the library. And you know how you assume that librarians are nice little old ladies or whatever but in the office, these people can bitch with each other until they die. For example, there were these two ladies at the library office that I worked with. One was the lesbian lady who was like a dyke-role-model-mother to me and who I went to see BrokeBack Mountain with. Her name, Eileen. Although I used to spell her name "Eye-Lean" or "Aye-leeeen" or something when I wrote her notes for her to remember the next day. Anyway, she's very "whatev" in her work ethic. The other lady, Jane, wears her hair in a tight bun and is always on the move to do something. So, naturally these two women did not get along. They stopped talking to one another for the whole time that they were employed at the library. Long story short, Eileen exploded at Jane one day and a few weeks/months later, someone keyed Jane's car.

I know, old ladies, huh?

While I'm in the middle. I'm not going to brag, but no one really had anything against me. Except for my boss but I think that's natural since boss-employee relations have been lukewarm at best since the dawn of time. It's science.

In the end, Jane just quit one day - never to return. I called her the next day at her house and she was like, "Yeah, Dennis. Goes to show you how people are in the real world. But listen, I want you to stick to your guns and do what you have to do to be successful, don't worry about anyone else." And I'm going to take that advice to heart, for reals.

Now, at the pharmacy, the techs are bitching about the pharmacists, the pharmacists are bitching about the techs, the pharmacists bitching about the pharmacists. I'm still in the middle. I don't really have anything to bitch about. Sure, their taste in music is....questionable but that's not really something I would want to punch them in the face for. It happens, some people are born with bad taste in music. Hey, if God says its okay, then its okay. Hate the sin, not the sinner.

Maybe one day I'll be an old(er) man bitching about his coworkers. In the real sense. I may bitch about them now but only in moments of frustration and their lack of musical taste. But hopefully I'll remain too carefree to really care about things like that, you know?

How do you like my name blog name? I was going to transfer the latest posts to another blog (under a gmail name since blogger is having a beta program for gmail users) but the beta features weren't really worth it.

I have work tomorrow. Then a party at Kevin's house. Molly reminded me why I had disliked Kevin. Before today, I totally forgot about the whole thing. Thanks Molly. Thanks a lot. But whatever. I don't even remember the specifics of the whole thing. Like it was some other lifetime ago. And I just don't care enough to...care, I guess.

How do I feel about backstabbing? It's one of the features of the world. If we didn't have backstabbing, we wouldn't have front stabbing. If we didn't have syphilis, we wouldn't have chocolate, right?