Three Stooges Syndrome. - 2004-08-23 - 8:58 p.m.

My life is hilarious. All of this bad stuff that has been happening to me is actually pretty funny in a way. I'm not using any sarcasm or anything either. Looking at it from a different perspective, right now my life is quite Three Stooges-ish. Pain, but funny pain. At one point at work today I thought about that and started snickering to myself. Some guy looked at me.

Which brings me to my day. I walked up to the address they gave me and it turns out it's a warehouse that has millions of vacuum cleaners. It was quite scary. I kept saying to this guy, "Who the FUCK buys MILLIONS of vacuum cleaners?!" Obviously no one. But vacuum cleaners are intimidating. I used forklifts and stuff but mostly I put stickers on vacuum cleaner boxes and stuff. It was interesting.

At one point this guy walked up to a desk in the warehouse close to me and just stood there. He had the biggest mullet of all time. He never once made eye contact with me. For a whole hour he stood there looking at people, but he didn't dare look at me. Why? BECAUSE HE KNEW. He KNEW I was looking at that furry, enormous mullet of his. And he had a wifebeater and mustache to boot!

The end. For today.

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