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Tuesday, August 27, 2002
I'm amazed at how many people I worked with for seven plus months don't recognize me because I got my haircut since last semester . . . and was out of sight -- and out of mind -- for the entire summer. Oh well.
At least I'm still in tight with the Wal*Mart people. Some of my friends find this disturbing. They equate Wal*Mart to some kind of cult that has brain-washed me, so that no matter what happens, I always go back. But Wal*Mart is far from a cult. It's more like a big family . . . that worships its founder Mr. Sam -- a deity-like father figure. OK, so maybe it is a cult. But at least we're not drinking funky Kool-Aid and trying to get aboard spaceships disguised as comets passing close to the earth. We just wear matching uniform vests.
| Mr. McBastard | 9:51 AM | | |
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