Having a namesake is weird....

I really couldn't help but put this incredibly adorable picture of my namesake, Niklas Sven Abel, on here. This is currently the wallpaper on my computer. I will put the link to about a million more adorable pictures of him at the end of this post. It's strange to think that something that adorable came out of Heidi's vagina. Hahaha.

Anyway, my last two days at Penney's are going to suck ass. Tomorrow is my last day, thank God, but gauging from the horrors of today, tomorrow will be even more awful than today. The cause of this awfulness: Clearance sale and coupon sale combined. Customers who bought about a million things at $4.77 and $2.77 bought a million more things in other departments for the same prices, and then come to me and want to combine their receipts so that they can use either the $10 off a purchase of $50 or more or the $15 off a purchase of $75 or more coupons. There is no easy way to do this. I have to return everything on both receipts (sometimes there are even MORE than two receipts, DAMMIT) and then resell it all on one transaction. This is a pain in the ass. And of course, people are always convinced they are being cheated out of a dollar or two....so they rubberneck to look at the screen while I'm ringing out their clearance shit to make sure everything is ringing up at the right price. Then there are the, "Well, I found this on the $4.77 rack, but it doesn't have a $4.77 price tag on it, and it was the only one there," assholes. If it was the only one there, and it doesn't say $4.77, chances are that some shithead picked it up off of a non-clearance rack, and put it there because they were too lazy to return it to wherever they picked it up. And then there are the dressing rooms. Thank God I'm cashiering tomorrow, otherwise I might consider throwing myself off a bridge on the way to work. Most people just refuse to hang up the shit they try on. So they just throw it in a big old messy pile on the floor. So many people practice this awful habit that it's nearly impossible to keep up with them. Then people complain about how messy the dressing rooms are. In the words of Ang: W T Fuck? All of this garbage on top of the fact that Helen recently had the stomach flu, and I worked with her yesterday, and because of my weird vomit-phobia, I'm deathly afraid that I'm going to get it. And then I went in today and Connie was like, "My stomach is upset today. I think Helen got me sick." I'm trying to convince myself that Helen was better, and so I will not catch it from her. AHHHH!

And here are some other things that are pissing me off:
Why are my blog posts centered, rather than justified right like they were when I first started posting? I hate the fact that my little info thing shows up at the very bottom of my blog, rather than off to the side. I tried reformatting it, and it wouldn't work! GRRRR!
Men are emotionally unavailable and stupid.
And this isn't so much pissing me off, as just one of those weird things that I think about that wouldn't bother a normal person so much, but, for those of you who have see Garden State, do you think that Sam (Natalie Portman) and Andrew's (Zach Braff) relationship works out? I mean...do you think that they eventually end up getting married and having children and living happily ever after? Or do you think he eventually decides that she's too much to put up with and dumps her (or vice versa)? I know, I know....it's fucking fictional. But I can't help thinking about it. There is something wrong with me.
And the final thing that is pissing me off: Why doesn't anybody comment on my posts? Are you people reading this shit? I'm a headcase! Somebody say something!

Okay. That's enough for tonight. I'm off to watch my newest Netflix amusement: Desperate Housewives. It's pretty interesting, so far.