I almost vomited after seeing some rumors about the sixers and the upcoming nba draft. The first one I saw was Allen Iverson to the Raptors for Vince Carter and the teams would swap first round picks. That sickened me enough, but then I read one worse: Sixers trade Samuel Dalembert, one of the few bright spots on the team to Chicago for Tyson Chandler and swap first round picks. I think the Sixers would get the #3 pick, but I don't care. According to Billy King, they are just rumors and hold no truth, but I've heard that before. I swear to god if they do any of those deals, I will drive to Philly and destroy Billy King's office. Take that, rolodex and fax machine.

I'm highly anticipating our week off. Did I mention that in my previous blogs? Well, it may be seen in just about every one from now until July 18th or whenever our fun begins.

One girl at work asked me today if I really want to get out of there, and I responded "why, can you tell?" She sort of smiled and said "yeah." I guess maybe because I don't talk to anyone at work really and other little things. I started wearing sneakers instead of shoes, since I ruined 2 pairs of shoes from getting scuffed and torn. After punching in, I avoid the cashier and go directly to the stock room to waste some time(i.e. drinking my water, eating a granola bar, scratching my balls, "looking" for products to put on the shelf). I found myself playing with a sponge ball while I was on register last night and bowling for employees. I got one employee. I've been wearing a blank label over my name tag since I don't like it when people I don't know call me by my first name, or when my boss isn't working, I take off my name tag. I can go on, but if I soon start wearing sandals and a hawaiian shirt to work, and gut a fish on the tps report, then you can say I have a problem.