5.19.1992

The usual things went on at work today. Employees called in sick, many customers left the store disappointed and angry. My ten minute breaks turned into half an hour lounge sessions. The first four hours went by real slow and my lunch went by way too fast. I was busy grinding through the last four hours. One of the checkers, Dustin, got kinda uppity today. He kept throwing red potatoes and rolls of lifesavers at me. I don't know why he decided to throw down the gauntlet. It was fucked up though because he was throwing shit at me out on the sales floor. Customers were around. He didn't hit me a single time, which was good. I pelted him with a clove of garlic and a rotten apricot back by the milk box. He picked up the garlic and I tried to get away by running as fast as I could down the soda aisle.

Dustin threw the garlic as hard as he could and as I was coming up on a shopper just to my left the garlic clove rushed past me and hit the woman square in the back between her shoulder blades. It made her yell kinda loud. In the split seconds after it hit her I turned to face the soda case like I was looking for a price check and the garlic clove dropped to the floor and rolled underneath the aisle. She spun around and I glanced at her and asked if she was ok. I was a good ten feet from where she was so there was no way I could have layed a finger on her. No one else was around and she didn't see anything on the floor. She trembled a little bit and then turned around and walked away without saying a word to me. I thought for sure she would complain to a manager about it but she didn't. Whew.

Demi is turning out to be a real shitty room mate. I should have known after he got thrown out of Joe's place. What was I thinking? Demi is totally lazy. He doesn't do the dishes, seldom if ever takes out the garbage, nor does he take part in any aspect of cleaning the house.