March 14th, 2006


You know what sucks? Cancer. I hate it.

See, while technically 'cancer free' for the past several months, I still feel the effects of $236,000 in treatment. I'm only 29, but I get out of breath so easily, exercise is so tough. It's a pure hell to me.

I mean all I had was Non-hodgkins lymphoma. That's the Cancer you want to pick if someone says "You have to get cancer, now pick one". 8 months of having toxic chemicals pumped through my veins... A catheter in my heart... A scar and 3 tattoos to remind me about what I went to, though I can't ever forget.

Rant: Grocery Girl

Let's establish one thing first: I love my job as a cashier/bag girl in a grocery store. I like it even though I'm paid minimum wage with no hope of a raise (I have co-workers who've worked there for two years with no raise.), and I like it despite the fact that it's just some unskilled labor to support me until I graduate from college. I come to work with a smile on my face. If you've been there once, I remember you and try to tailor my interaction with you to your personal preferences. I'm kind, patient, and have a good sense of humor. So do most of you, which is the reason why I love my job.

RANT: A Letter to the Only Working Toilet

Dear only working toilet in women’s bathroom:

Hi. It’s me: the girl that visits you at least three times a day from 8am to 5pm. I try not to. I try to avoid you until I get home, but I can’t. That is why you and I need to talk. I’m sure you are aware of your little problem. Your sensor is messed up and decides to flush every 30 seconds whether my ass is sitting on you or not. If you were a domestic toilet, this wouldn’t be such a problem, but you are a commercial toilet with a powerful flush. This makes it quite unpleasant when I’m sitting on you and 30 seconds later you behave as a bidet.