Immature greeting cards.

Mondays mean a 9 o’clock start, and work at 4, and this post is about the latter. If you don’t know already, I work in the Student Union shop at my university, which is pretty awesome. But today, instead of everyone being happy, I had some right rude customers. I know it’s been a dreadful day weather wise, but surely it doesn’t hurt to say hello, be polite and at least acknowledge my existence, even if I am the douche that works behind the till.

Anyway, with my little rant out the way, work began to go slow at around 5 o’clock. I work two hour shifts (that’s right, TWO whole hours! How do I cope, seriously?), but it’s in the evening time when everyone’s beginning to go home. So by this time, the shop is tidied, the fridge is full and there’s not a lot to do.

Which leads me onto the title of this post. In the corner of the shop is a rack full of greeting cards, and since working in the shop, I’ve barely noticed them. But today, with the shop quiet and time on my hands, I decided to read one. Then another. Then some more.

I don’t know why, but they really made me laugh. And to tell you the truth, these cards contained AWFUL jokes which only people like me would find funny. Want an example?

“Women, do you want something LONG and HARD?” (with a picture of a cucumber on the front)
*Opens card* “4848478644 x 37376437647= ?”

And things like this brightened up my day, which really proves how mediocre today was. And yes, reading this, it won’t seem funny at all. And even with me reading this back, I don’t find it funny either. But it’s late, I’m tired...and at least I found it funny at the time, right?

Quote of the Day

Every week in my Law lecture, a school bell style alarm goes off in the corridor, obviously signalling towards the end of lectures. Most of us tend to ignore it, and pass it off. But today, Sam Beavis came out with the following line when it rang.

Sam Beavis: “Oh you must be f***ing joking! I’m not going outside in this!”

To which the whole class turned around, went quiet, and left it to the select few of us to explain to Beavis that it wasn’t a fire alarm. Nice one pal!