The Stocker.

I like my job at Wal Mart.
Well, I like the job, not my employer. There's something very draining about working for the most morally bankrupt company known to the universe, I just can't put my finger on a universal reason that is applicable to all Wal Mart Associates. Not yet anyway.

Stocking isn't such a bad job. It keeps you active and sharp and to be honest, I have an excessive amount of muscles in my arms now. I could beat you into a bloody pulp. Fear me.

But it isn't the actual job that makes things so enjoyable at work, it's working with Josh.
I had the pleasure of accompanying him in the pet department this past eve and I had a great ol' time. We laughed, we cried, we talked about his problems and to end it all we were filled with absolute delight while we watched the Straight Back try to locate his telzon gun.
I know this doesn't sound like good times to you, but you don't work at Wal Mart and therefore, have no idea what we reduce ourselves to for the sake of laughter.

It's funny how easily Josh listens to what I tell him to do. I hate feeling so bossy, but the bastard won't go the extra ten feet to put out the freight if he doesn't have to, and it severely bothers me when stupid shit doesn't get done. I'm anal.
We work well together, you just have to keep him focused and motivated. I imagine that it wasn't difficult as every time I bent over I showed a healthy portion of cleavage. Motivation at Wal Mart isn't good job buttons or profit sharing, it's looking down fellow associate's t-shirts while they sweat their proverbial balls off in a very hot environment.
There was one point where I wanted him to do something and he just sort of got frustrated and shouted out a, "NO." I cleverly though, turned up the charm. I placed my hand delicately on his arm, pouted, and batted my eyelashes and he obviously, turned to mush. I love that. It was cute.
He followed the action with a very flustered, "don't do that again." Why I don't know, but I suspect it was because I was giving him a massive erection.

It's ridiculous that Ann's limitations to my relationship with Josh has just brought us closer together. I guess you look harder for the quality time, and spend as much of that time possible with someone when you know you have little to work with.
I'm glad for it though 'cause it means that my relationship with Josh will stand strong, even through the storm of the most awful sort. It's a reflection of how we feel for eachother, even if each of us can't put our finger on why. It's insanely comforting to know that a bond won't falter just because of physical presence. I know our relationship will pass through time, even if it is only to be pixels.

It always boggles my mind to hear people put limitations on relationships, expecting them to get better, for the love to last longer, for the significant other to stay, when almost always, the exact opposite happens.
I don't suppose people will ever be smart enough to realise the hurt they cause when they do such stupid things, but then, it's not for me to worry about because, I'm not the one being stupid.
There are times when I wish Ann would have spoken to me about this situation. I wish she would have had the strength and the grace to do it for her husband, but unfortunately, the only thing I see from Ann is selfcentered bullshit, and I should know better than to expect anything other than that to come out of her.

But then, I just wait paitently for my next night to work with Josh, and the frustration that Ann causes melts away because I know that we'll be right back to what we were, good friends, laughing over stupid shit and being goofs.

Exactly what we want from eachother.

Well, that and maybe a bit more cleavage.