I'm just mad about Saffron

I work retail for a cell phone company. It's not terribly interesting. We tend to have average traffic of 2-3 people per hour and I do not work a kiosk or in a shopping mall, so there tends to be a lot of downtime. I'm actually one of the only people aware of what to do with said downtime, and even then I tend to have 35-40 minutes of upkeep to run before I'm left with busybody work--further busybody work, I guess.

It's not a bad gig--don't get me wrong. I worked retail for Best Buy for 4+ years and it was like getting paid to take a hammer to my nuts once a day, comparitively. I've increased my annual intake nearly doublefold, and I spend the majority of my day waiting for people to turn up. And, no, they would not like Rhapsody or a Magazine Subrscription. Thank Christ.

But, here's the thing: I don't think much of my co-workers. There's only three of them, so that's not saying much. One of them seemed surprised when she stumbled upon my MySpace site and realized that I have social outlets; friends, gatherings, alcohol-laden shenanigans. And, I get it. I tend to not say a damn word while I'm here. I've worked with folk like me before, and let me tell you--I did not like them. People who don't talk to you are either very difficult or very not difficult to like. And I don't mean to come off as quiet or uneventful. I don't mean to come off as isolated or insecure. The reason for my silence is simple--I don't like them. Not to be an asshole, but I've got nothing to say to them other than the possible deliverence of Words of Disdain. Also, I've heard their topics of conversation and have been chilled to the bone. They almost sound like the words of adults... But not quite, and sometimes it is painfully obvious that they are just emulating noise, but occasionally--much like the banging of fists upon typewriters by our simian cousins--they manage to convey their being through overwhelmingly underwhelming verbosity. And more often than not it is like a Jerry Springer transcript beind delivered via an audiobook that I cannot turn off. No, I do not care about your baby's daddies, or even your baby's daddies babies.

Just, stop.

That said, I try to keep busy or at least give the guise of keeping busy. The ease of this varies--We had computers but no internet access; we had internet access; we have internet access that is restricted. The end result of this is that there is no more mighty MySpace in WorkLand...but there is Facebook. The result of this is that I don't MySpace anymore. It's true, I feel a slight revival of pride, but I also have this gaping...hole, where my blogs used to go. Now my blogs just go all over the place, and people don't like when you do that.

So I've caved and started up this nonsense. Ugh. At some point I will probably move some ramblings over here. Without any from of cohesiveness I have begun bits and pieces of promises that will not be met, in these locations:

http://thingsweshout.blogspot.com You Are Here
http://clerksfan.googlepages.com Just a test of Googlepages
http://www.howwearecurious.com More failed promises
http://www.myspace.com/hwac How we are Curious! (MySpace)
http://www.mypsace.com/l2k L2k2005

I have dreams and aspirations that I have not yet surrendered to nonsense like realism. With this in mind I would like to expand that list by one at some point in the future, although this is reliant on my making use of what I currently have. How we are Curious! is a music project, defunct for nearly a year now, that is better illustrated at the MySpace site. ThingsWe[SHOUT]atTheGround is not much of anything (other than this blogspace), but has tentatively been an independent quarterly idea, and a possible "showoff space" for Sprout Concept (http://www.sproutconcept.com).

This place, where you now are, is the simplest and the only one I can fully update from work. Thus, it is also the only one I expect much to be done with.