So. . .I wrote something on a piece of paper and left it in my room and now that piece of paper is missing.  This entirely upsets me because it was personal and I never misplace things so it leads me to be paranoid that someone is fing with my stuff which really angers me.  Then it also makes me wonder if I ever wrote it or if it was just a dream because I woke up and wrote it and passed out again.  All I remember is that I wrote something about losing colors because I was bummed because me and my bf are sorta going through a rough patch bc he's experiencing some issues.  So I wrote something about pointlessness making me dull and i'm getting pissed i can't find it.  I think i wrote it on a big sheet of paper?  Arghhhh!!!  I never misplace things and when I do they are REALLY misplaced.  Anywho, in regards to boring diary talk I got a new job with a bank which will get me some experience in the financial industry.  I will keep my grocery job and schedule that around it.  I will be busy but my bills will get paid quicker so I can get out on my own sooner.  I'm planning for beginning of next year when I should have my car paid off which will also reduce my insurance.  I might change my insurance to a different place because their interviewing was terrible and evil which really ticked me off, then my agent doesn't listen and never answers his phone (aka he's a dick), and then I got this thing from liberty mutual saying i could get a better deal cuz i'm an alum or whatever so idk we'll see.  Apparently asking my bf for jewelry pissed him off so I will just let him get me stuff when he wants which makes sense I guess.  I will be more independent in these regards and buy myself my own stuff.  I guess I would be angry if he asked me to get him stuff?  I'm watching Sling Blade because one of the bank people that helped me get a job said that a guy at my work reminded him of Billy Bob and he was cracking up.  So. . .I bought the movie for cheap at half price books.

I don't like a manager at my work.  So today I was at the self-check thing and he was introducing this new manager to our store and showing him around and talking to him.  He was doing it the whole dang day so I started making up what I thought he was prolly saying.

Dickface: Hi, I'm Dickface.  Sooo, this is our store.  As managers we face a lot.  What I mean by face is not like, your and my face, but like, make the items be on the edge of the shelf so it looks like we're better stocked than we are.  Also, make sure you do everything to make me look good because I'm trying to get my own store. . .so like, even if it doesn't make sense to do something for the good of the store as a whole, if it makes me look good it has top priority.  You should feel the same.
New Guy: I see
Dickface: Customer service is your archenemy.  Just so you know.  No matter what you always have to keep an eye on them or the store might go to ruin.  They have no idea what they are doing which is silly because they are the secretaries of the store.  They are the heartbeat of the store and they somehow haven't killed it yet.  Every once in a while when you get tired of stocking you should go up front and stare at the sackers and cashiers and find something to b*tch about.  If there aren't enough sackers for cashiers, ask where the sackers are.  If there are too many sackers for cashiers then forcibly send the extra people home because customer service is trying to ruin us.  Oh, we are  now walking by the crackers.  See these Spongebob crackers?  My retarded daughter loves them.  If you think I'm retarded you should wait til you see her.  Somehow I have patience for her but none for anyone else.  Anyways, customer service is lazy and scheming.  They scheme to be lazy.  They scheme to make me look bad.  They're not to be trusted.
New Guy: Wow are they that bad?
Dickface: Yes, trust me.  They are out to get us.  Anywho, every once in a while you will have to deal with coworkers not getting along, or an insane customer.  They are all out to get us.  Never forget that.  Oh, let's face this soda for a second.  Now watch me closely.  Wait, it's not perfectly aligned.  Theeeere we go.  And that's how it's done.  See why the store doesn't have many female managers?  They couldn't handle this.  They need a real man to show them how it's done.  Typically a graying white male.  Other people think face means the one on your head.  Ok, let's go to the back storage room.  We have a big trash can right there.  We have lots of drinks here.  There's an office there.  Notice there is no carpet in here.  I am working on that.  I don't like to be cold and the cement is dreadful this time of year.  Here is the dairy cooler.  If customer service is asking for you, you can go in there and pretend you didn't hear them.  I already am half deaf and won't carry a phone around with me so that works for me most the time.
New Guy: That doesn't seem right.
Dickface: You will learn.
ETC.  I'm bored now. THE END.