moby

for my record today (thursday) i listened to play by moby, partly cuz I was intruiged about the pointless lectures he writes in the booklets with his cds and party cuz it was one of the very few reasonable CD's we're selling at work (my other options included: Jamelia, M People, Ms. Dynamite, Sophie Ellis Bextor and a crate load worse). it was alright, the more atmospheric towards the middle was best but all of it reeked of MOR electronic music for middle aged men going through some kinda of mid life crisis.
Working in a charity shop is weird. you'd think most people visiting would be nice, if people want to find a specific book they should go to waterstones or amazon so they're either in to kill time or find something that takes their interest and then give their money to charity and if they're just in the shop to kill time then i don't have to deal with them cuz they don't come to the till however over working there for 6 months or whatever i've realised this theory is bullshit. utter scum by books from charity book shops. luckily today no cunts came in, i've started to realise how odd it is that the majority of my day is made up of making no impact on any of my customers days except when i'm especially nice or i'm hungover and a cunt, however their tiniest motions, how polite they are, how they look at me, whether they try and make conversation or ask ridiculous questions, whether they tut when I ask them for whatever rip off total is on the till or whether they put money in the tin can make or break my entire days work and then my days work which has little effect on my life as a whole can effect other peoples lives, the world is a small place.
moby
boring