I was being picked on by a group of girls, like I were in high school. There was even a chant directed at me, which I can't remember right now. Later, The same group of girls, plus another pack, were surrounding this Chinese girl, who I knew from high school, taunting her, chanting verbal abuse towards her. I stood there, following along, then stopped myself. "What am I doing? I'm doing the same thing to her as they did to me!", I said to myself, so I shouted, What are you guys doing? Leave her alone!. They parted, she stood there, I outstretched my arms and she came to me, embracing each other, seemingly shorter than percieved.

I've just been informed that Wal-Mart has hired new people. I'm frustrated, but at the same time, relieved. As much as I hated working there, I applied out of desperation, several times, phoned them and didn't get through, and still didn't get considered. Wal-Mart can lick me until I'm dehydrated, female members only. I want to sift through all their files, dig out my resumes I've sent them and make a papier-mache effigy of Sam Walton, the creator of Wal-Mart, stuff it like a pinata and give it a good smashing.