Xpression.v2

It seems as though I’m not going to be getting the break, post Christmas, like I was expecting.

Customer wise, work is finally starting to slow down. Thank God. We still have rushes here and there, but nothing like it was for the past 3 weeks. This is going to be good for everyone. It gives the employees some time to pace themselves and it frees us up to more effectively assist any customers doing more than a grab and go sale. This usually means I’ll get cursed out a bit less, too. That’s always a nice thing. With the end of the season, though, all the seasonal hires will be leaving, soon. Why do I care? That involves Toni also departing. Not exactly something I’ll be celebrating.

Work aside, however, there’s a lot of crap picking up elsewhere. Neowin has been interesting, to say the least. I can’t really give details, but a lot of people are no longer happy and many of those people are veterans, like me. Neowin has always been the place I go to kill some time, learn something new, and help as many people as I can without the pressures of a paycheck hanging over me. However, it’s losing that thrill. Members constantly bitch over warnings and the staff is being worn thin due to the various stresses that are ongoing. Today, alone, two staff members resigned. That makes three in one week. I just wish everyone would chill out. Back when I joined, it was just a group of cool people hanging out. Now, however, as we grow in popularity, there are a lot more hormonal teenagers raging out against everything and anything. It really kills the morale. Who’s calling who an idiot and then complaining that I unfairly warned them or who’s posting crap in an attempt to piss everyone off for some immature giggles. It’s just lame.

Tuesday helped, though. Nobody really showed up for practice, so I joined kids from my team and kids from an older team in a full court 4 on 4 scrimmage. I was expecting to do horribly, but I really played quite well. Coaching seems to have kicked my brain into basketball mode and, considering I lack the ability to do anything fancy, it’s my quick thinking as a guard that really carried my team. Good excercise and a nice little stress burner.

My writing has stagnated a bit. I’m thinking of maybe getting an “Urban Poetry” group going. Just a group of people who write poetry, like me, with a modern influence to it. Interested? Let me know. I’d love to get things going and have monthly releases of packs of poems.

I removed the “Listen to This” section since I never used it. I’ll be replacing it with something a little more dynamic once I find the energy to install and configure it.

I don’t have anything else to talk about. For the record: Anyone who buys $385 jeans is fucking crazy and I have learned that a simple haircut can make someone even hotter than they were. That is all.

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