About those Kindergarteners....

Remember them, from a couple posts down?

Well, they weren't in my head. Noooo, they invaded the workplace. Two classes of them, coming from two different sides of the store. Apparently shopping. Or some semblance thereof. Those poor brave teachers and chaperones.

And woe to the lone inventory controller, struggling amidst the sea of little people, trying to count Fruit Cocktail and all around him are yammerings of "peaches!" and "pears!"

If kids weren't so cute, they'd be annoying.

Gone to the Dark Side... back in five

True, alas.

RJ is having to defile his beloved in order to pursue his dreams.

Which, all things considered, perhaps isn't the worst that he could do. There's always turning on the webcam and-- If you leave the microphone off, does that make things... unspeakable?

So here he sits, hunched over the creaky laptop, while his beloved labors away in the other room, puffing and sweating and grinding.

Why? Why do you take so long to install, WinXP?

Hitting the ground running....

Well, more like a brisk walk.

Anybody reading this already knows who I am and what I do. If you don't... run now while you still can, before the boredom gets you.

So the thoughts are supposed to go here, not that there is any rhyme or reason to them. Ever seen a kindergarten class try to line up according to age, or height, or... hell, anything? Yeah, welcome to what is inside my head. (No, not kindergarteners!)