It was not when I said to the napkins "Don't start this crap on me. I worked at things remembered, I know how to stack boxes to fit a lot in little space." It was when, after a brief pause I said "Oh, you just had to bring that up, didn't you?"

I don't know what the napkins said to me...and I don't think I want to. There is something wrong with that place...it is sucking away what little sanity I have left. I walk around saying things like "Vieners!" and singing "Pretzels. Pretzel. I hate making pretzels."...to the tune of Toyland. All the while lecturing the Sizzli boxes on why it is they shouldn't start shit with me and threatening to throw the bagel melts through a window if they burn me one more time. I've also spent a great deal of time arguing the point that I did, in fact, press the "brew button" on the coffee maker. I'm having this arguement with the coffee maker. The registers and I, well we just don't get along.

I miss my old 8080. So much more compliant than the machines at Wawa's....and that's just sad.