the descent....

Ok, my descent into hell began at Big Lots.

We were undercharged for a Bratz doll. We stood right there basking in our "good fortune." And since then, I have gotten bumped back further and further in the line at the Pearly Gates. And am risking being ejected from park completely.

It's like evil is addictive.

I lent someone at work my Miss Kelly Clarkson Breakaway CD (while I listen to the bonus material...which is REALLY good for remixes and such)---ok, I don't understand a lesbian not owning all of Kelly's CDs...but that's a different topic. Well, bless her heart, she wips out these headphones that look like Princess Leah honey buns.

The giggling begins. I can't help it. I haven't seen headphones like that since my momma took me to the Green Stamp store many many moons ago.

Giggling continues.

Ok...worse than the big ole headphones is the indention they leave in her hair when she takes them off. Some recessa-Annie with a boufant looking 'do. I couldn't help it. I had to blurt out "very retro hairdo."

More giggles (only from me...with death-glare from her)

Ok, to top it off, she keeps having to giggle the cord of the headphones because they are cutting out.

When the highlight of your workday is laughing at coworkers....it's not right. And yet I worry...what if everyone at my new job is normal and I have no one to laugh at. Nah....couldn't happen. I saw plenty of prospects while I was interviewing for the job.

Does everyone laugh at others like this, or am I really that evil?