I say again: My Brain Hurts. Welp...I've started working at the supermarket. And I never, EVER want to see another apple again. All the new casheir trainees have to memorize the codes for all the produce. And there's an awful lot. I mean, 10 varieties of apples, oranges, cheeries, grapes, plums, etc., etc., etc. I feel like I'm back in school, cramming for an exam or something.

What was really funny was at a meeting a couple days earlier (Orientation), all the new employees were sitting at a table, waiting for the woman who was training us to come back from the washroom, when a bout of dirty language comes pouring into the hallway.

"...you don't know anything, b****, so shut your mouth!" (talking to a guy)
"I'm not your b****!"

And so on and so forth. All of a sudden, silence reigns and someone whispers, "Hey, dude...orientation!" to which a loud voice replies, "Damn! Orientation? Why didn't anyone tell me there was orientation going on!"

Aha. Ahahahahaha.