Jiggly Does Not Mean Edible November 02, 2003 - 4:12 p.m.

That job I loathe? The one that makes me want to kill people? That's where I've been the past few days. I worked fourteen hours both Thursday and Friday and twelve hours yesterday. There was an FFA Convention in town. [FFA = Future Farmers of America] The place was swarming with kids, everyone in navy jackets and black pants. Someone should tell them that's a fashion no-no. But so was some of the girls' hairstyles. Yeeps.

But it was interesting to hear the theme song from SpongeBob SquarePants played so loud you could feel the bass, along with laser lights, and hearing 45,000+ high school kids singing/screaming along.

At one point, I even found ten bucks on the floor. It wasn't in a wallet and I didn't see the person who may have dropped it, so it wasn't attached to anyone. Fair game. Though one of the people that works with me saw me find it and continued making comments about it all night. Things like 'Is your conscience getting to you yet?' and 'I can go turn that in for you.' Yeah, right! The dickmonkey wanted to keep it for himself. And he was even an older guy. I could see some kid saying that, but not someone who often acts as supervisor. Yet again, someone was trying to take my money. Fucking hell, people need to back off. Another comment he made was 'You're not going to share it?' Damn straight I'm not! Besides, what was I going to do, rip the ten in half? I share my money all the time, to the point of not having any for myself, so I'll be damned if I'm going to split this with some random person. I consider it good deed taxes. I even plan to buy myself something with it, I just haven't decided what yet. Probably a book. I thought about saving it and just buying something nice later, but it seems that everytime I save money, that's what I delve into when people need help. So I wouldn't be able to spend it myself after all.

Speaking of money, the next day I saw a girl drop a fifty dollar bill. I have to admit, part of me wishes she had walked off and I could have picked it up, but I didn't. Instead I ran up to her and let her know. If I had kids and they were that apt to just drop money and not realize it, they wouldn't be getting any money from me. Especially not a bill that large.

Also, if you jiggle when you walk don't wear tight, shiny clothes. You'll look like a jello mold gone wrong. With fruit chunks. One particular girl had a bright pink shirt on and walked by continually, stomach jiggling the whole time. I couldn't decide if I should be sick or laugh.

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