The rate of decay of
The rate of decay of western civilization is directly proportional to the number of non-dairy creamers flooding the market. I'm freakin' tired. "I'm more tired than a shemale street walker in San Francisco's Tenderloin on a Saturday night. I'm more tired than a narcoleptic on nytol after a large meal. I'm more tired than a dead cat trying to crawl home using only its teeth. I'm more tired than a Nigerian drug dealer. I'm more tired than a 9 year old little boy after working 16 hours in a Malaysian sweat shop. I'm more tired than a spring loaded twinky on a plane to Switzerland that's had been delayed in New York for fifteen minutes after a baby squirrel was found in an intake by a disgruntled employee who was kinda pissed because nobody remembered it was his birthday even though he told a bunch of people about it's impending arrival a week ago just so he could avoid this situation and have a happy time and maybe meet some good looking young women who like the type of guy who wears driving gloves and glues sparkles onto his socks with imitation glue because the name-brand stuff is just a little too expensive for him to afford. I'm more tired than a bukkake victim." Google rocks. Oh, and yes, I am more tired that a one legged man at an ass kicking contest. I spent some time in Houston Camera Exchange the other day discussing lenses and more specifically the mark up on lenses. I am going to try to not let this turn into the rant it deserves to be, but stated simply, the guys that I've encountered at the Houston Camera Exchange have all been pompous, opinionated, elitist cunts. Three separate fellows on three separate trips. They were employees worthy of termination. Don't get me wrong, the store is pimp. It's large and well stocked. They have quite a nice selection of used equipment (mostly lenses, but a few bodies) and accessories. I really like browsing through there... periodically wiping the drool and spittle from my lip. The employees are just cocks... in my experience anyway. One thing I did notice too is that their lenses are crazy expensive... one of the more pricey shops in town. I was looking at a 100mm macro and was completely shocked to find Houston Camera Exchange's price to be $100 more than every other retail competitor in town. When I inquired, I received the holier-than-thou snoot that most of the useless fucks have that work there. Let me tell you, by comparison, the Camera Co-op on Shepard is a million times better. When you go in there, the employees are excited about photography and they treat you like a friend they want to help and share their passion of photography with rather than some nuisance that is cutting into their ego masturbation time. Of course, it could just be me. I do my homework. I politely ask very directed questions and don't accept sales bullshit as a valid answer. If you don't know, simply tell me that you don't know. Anyhoo, I just find it a complete shame that the most feature rich of all the camera stores in the metro area is populated by unpleasant employees with an invisible chip on their shoulder. It's sad. I need more coffee.
You go!
Market economics - that’s where it actually works. I hate obnoxious people and if they’re not going to play nice, I’m not going to play at all (unless it’s really cheap, then I might put up with it). Still, I’d rather give more money to nice people than save a few pennies and deal with arseholes.
I hate coffee...but was sooo tired this morning that I felt I might die if I did not inhale a large amount of caffeine.
Thanks to you, Clayton, I now have coffee all over my computer screen from spitting it out while laughing at your post. Again, thank you!
Have a nice day.
Dude this post made me laugh. I am going to go get more coffee now.
Hey I haven’t been here in a while. I used to own envy-us.com but now I’m at http://iced-glare.org
I had coffee in California this weekend. I don’t remember much from that four hours, other than rolling down a hill and insisting that a ski lift was a “sky lift”. Some people were just not made for caffeine.
You know, you an EL could have a coffee binge for 48 hours and I SWEAR you’d KNOW parenthood. Is it a coincedence that I called Mattie “the bean”? I think not.
Hehe. Thanks for the laughs about ways to express being tired. I’ll have to remember a couple of them.
That was one hell of a rant...I enjoyed it ;)
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