Jobby Job

How's it goin' peeps. I was just sitting here wondering what to write about and then it hit me. I'll give you a little insight on my crappy job. That should be fun, huh? Anyway, I'm a clerk for a large liquor store chain. Just by saying that some of you may know the name of the place, and for those that don't I'll keep you guessing. Basically, I shouldn’t have taken the job in the first place, but we got back from our first tour in November and I was desperate for one. The main problem is the pay sucks. The other problem, like any other retail chain, is people ask some pretty stupid questions and it catches you off guard so you don't know how to react. For example, just the other day a guy came up to me and asked, "Excuse me, do you carry any tequila made from agave?" It took me a moment to keep myself from laughing in his face, then I politely muttered the words, "Uh....all tequila is made from agave." What I really wanted to say was, "No sir, that shipment didn't come in today. Instead we got this other kind of tequila distilled from potatoes or grain. But for some reason they call it VODKA!"

Anyway I probably sound like a grouch but I’m not …really.

Hey, so check it out. Since this segment had to do with alcohol I figure I would end this blog with a toast. So everybody go to the fridge or liquor cabinet and grab a beer or shot of something and let’s toast to life. Whatta ya say? Ok ready? Now raise your drink and resite these words.

Work like you don’t need the money
Love like you’ve never been hurt
Dance like no one is watching
Screw like you’re being filmed
And always drink like a true Irishman
Cheers!!