I wish I could leave my job. My god it's so dull. Please someone abduct me for the duration of my shift so or else I think I'll wrap a paper bag over a customer's face and hold it there!

I have editing to do. I have no time for work. Can't they tell I'm a not-so-starving artist? (Oi vey!) I should be a bum harrassing people for change... oh wait no, that's worse.... smothering customers with paper bags it is then...

I'm not kidding when I say a man actually walked in one day and (of course there's wine everywhere it being a wine store and all) he asks "Do you sell... white wine?"

I had a moment. Actually I had two. The first moment comprised of shock in this person's ingnorance (considering a whole display of white wine was set up right in front of him, literally) and the second moment comprised of trying not to say "No. No we only sell red wine." WE'RE A WINE SHOP! Of COURSE we sell white wine. Heck we'd sell purple wine if i existed.

Mother of.... the weird things people ask for. Even milk (I know, wine store = milk? I don't see the connection either). I still think that white wine guy kicks the bucket though... well, off to the saltmines!