Books of Death and Near-Broken Hearts

My boss is a cool guy, he jokes around and slacks off a bit when the need to comes, but tonight he was on an updating frenzy. With the Christmas season around the corner, marketing at GameStop has become one of the most important things, seeing as, well, the game industry is dominant in the Christmas season. So as we completed the marketing that wasn't ablet o get done yesterday, we started updating the few shelves we had that could hold strategy guides. Now, the layout of our story isn't very complex, seeing as it's a hole in the wall, and the second smallest store in the mall, and we really have quite a surplus of "informative reading" meaning we have to put some in the back, namely on this shelf that we already have quite an amoutn set up on.

So after grabbing our whole stock of Fallout 3 SG's, Fable II SG's and Resistance 2 SG's from the back, I was sent to return all the ones we pulled off the shelves to replace those. Oddly, the ones I was taking back were heavier than the ones I had originally pulled. Meaning, moments after placing the majority on them and goign to the front to collect more, a loud thud echoed through the store, and probably the store below us as my boss went, "That sounded like that whole damn shelf just fell."

Upon going to the back room we were greeted by a flood of strategy guides and laughter from myself, my boss, and my co-worker. The people in the store were baffled, probably curious as to what the three nerds were laughing at and what the big bang was only moments ago. Unfortunately, I was set to clean up the strategy guides and pu t them neatly in the box, matching up games with games. The task took me all night.

Now as the night died down, I grew tired and weary, I had a sense of urgency to get the hell otu of there and get home to sit down and laze about, my dreams of sloth were only moments away when I call my significant other and embark on a conversation during the ride home. Now, I usually don't condone driving and talking ont he phone, but I've had very little trouble focusing on driving while I send out meager grunts in collaberation with the conversation going on in my ear. Anyway, a cord was struck during the conversation which ignited an argument that lasted literally 3 hours. Ending only after three threats of a break up and the idea of a break came around. Somehow it worked out that the two of us would stay together and give this relationship one final chance.

In one night I had a brush with Death and a brush with heartbreak, both of which were dodged without knowledge. Quite eventful in my humble opinion.

Oh, I'm sick of being in the 40 level range on WoW, someone get me to 70 pl0x?

Fallout 3 is ballin, btw.

Oh, and if I can get my phone to upload the pictures to the interwebz, I'll show you the sea of strategy guides. =P

So long,
~Mr. Jack