Just out of curiosity, do they let employees borrow books?
When I was looking into a job with Barnes and Noble years ago, one of the perks was that they let you take books in your sections home with you. The theory was that you'd have a better chance of knowing what the fuck you were talking about if a customer asked you a question. Seemed like a good idea to me.
Not to restart any corporate rivalries again
I actually worked at Barnes & Noble for two years. The book borrowing program is the same at Borders, with the exception that at B&N, you could only borrow hardcovers, while at Borders you can borrow any book format.
Wait, what the hell, they give you money to buy shit, and they let you BORROW THE BOOKS
fuck I gotta get in on some of this, they got borders in canada?
Just out of curiosity, do they let employees borrow books?
When I was looking into a job with Barnes and Noble years ago, one of the perks was that they let you take books in your sections home with you. The theory was that you'd have a better chance of knowing what the fuck you were talking about if a customer asked you a question. Seemed like a good idea to me.
Not to restart any corporate rivalries again
I actually worked at Barnes & Noble for two years. The book borrowing program is the same at Borders, with the exception that at B&N, you could only borrow hardcovers, while at Borders you can borrow any book format.
Ah, cool.
How was the job?
It was retail. Occasionally you get the proud feeling that you're actually being useful, but usually you just feel like a corporate shill.
Just out of curiosity, do they let employees borrow books?
When I was looking into a job with Barnes and Noble years ago, one of the perks was that they let you take books in your sections home with you. The theory was that you'd have a better chance of knowing what the fuck you were talking about if a customer asked you a question. Seemed like a good idea to me.
Not to restart any corporate rivalries again
I actually worked at Barnes & Noble for two years. The book borrowing program is the same at Borders, with the exception that at B&N, you could only borrow hardcovers, while at Borders you can borrow any book format.
Wait, what the hell, they give you money to buy shit, and they let you BORROW THE BOOKS
fuck I gotta get in on some of this, they got borders in canada?
My particular store is very slow and boring, which was nice at first but is rapidly becoming mind-numbing. I imagine if you apply at a busy store, it would be a lot more interesting. The discount is nice -- 33% on books and CDs, and 15-20% on DVDs, I can't remember which, for the first six months; then after that it drops to 25% but they give you a $30 gift card every month.
Hooooly shit that is great.
Edit: Also, is there an age limit? Because I'm 16.
I think it's 18 in my store, but it varies from state to state.
No but seriously you never get an entire race of people who are 'ugly' or 'good-looking' and the ratio evens out pretty much everywhere
Believe me, the whole "British lads are ugly" myth helps you blokes more than it hurts you. It actually amplifies your attractiveness by association because expectations aren't as high. Plus the accent turns young American birds into melted butter. Any American male who has ever faked a British accent to a girl can attest to this.
I'm going to go ahead and back this up.
The only time I ever get attention from zee ladies is when the horrible fake british accent comes out.
Then my actual british friend pounds me one over the head and steals the spotlight.
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My poor cousin Harry, He spends most of the year in a mental institution, but he keeps getting worse and worse. He's been allowed to come here during the summers, since I'm not in school, my parents thought I could help take care of him, but it was so difficult.
He thinks that he has magic powers, which I read is common in schitzophrenia. He also bounces back and forth between giddy happy, and terribly sad as well.
Harry once told me about a fellow inmate, named Donald Door. He was looking at me in a queer way, like he was looking through me at something behind me. He said that Donald loved him a lot, then he jerked, and looked directly at me and asked if I wanted to see his 'wand'. Before I could answer, he started unzipping his pants, and I ran out of the room to tell my dad Harry was acting strange. It turned out that Donald was touching him, in a bad way. The Hospital administrator Mr. Snap had him sent to a criminal hospital, while the Police figure if he's sane enough to stand trial. Things just seems to get worse and worse for poor Harry, I really feel sorry for him.
I wish his mum and dad had never used drugs, then they wouldn't have died from that tainted heroin. I heard my parents talking, they think Harrys 'mental issues' are because of his mum's drug use while she was expecting him. After seeing all this, I know I'll never touch them.
Harry was doing better last summer, so he got to come stay with us for a while. He seemed a lot better, but he's still not right in the head. He dosn't want to take his medication, he has his own names for each of the pills, he calls the big green ones 'Trolls', the red ones 'Ronnies' (he actually likes those), and the black capsules 'Dementors', he says those take away his happyness."
Harry had to go back to hospital early, my mum and dad are furious after what he did, he came off onto mum while she was asleep, and woke us all up screaming something like 'Patronus!' or some such. It was all I could do then to keep from punching him, but now I realize that he dosn't know what he's doing. We don't go to church, but I'm going to pray for him. He needs all the help there is.
One of the Potters druggy friends came by the house last week, said his name was Mr. Black, my mum and dad wern't home, so I wouldn't let him in, he kept raving about having to take care of Harry. After I shouted it 20 times he finally understood that Harry wasn't here, that he was at Saint Mungo's mental hospital. I guess I shouldn't have told him that, but I was afaid he was going to break in and hurt me.
I heard mum and dad talking about Harry again, he tried to stab Mr. Snap. They had to tie him down and sedate him. Apperently, he thinks Mr. Snap killed Donald Door, and he wants to go see him, and he never wants to see him again, and that Donald loves him, and that Donald killed him, a whole bunch of other contradictory things. I guess you have to be pretty screwed up in the head to believe so many opposite things at the same time.
My poor cousin Harry, He spends most of the year in a mental institution, but he keeps getting worse and worse. He's been allowed to come here during the summers, since I'm not in school, my parents thought I could help take care of him, but it was so difficult.
He thinks that he has magic powers, which I read is common in schitzophrenia. He also bounces back and forth between giddy happy, and terribly sad as well.
Harry once told me about a fellow inmate, named Donald Door. He was looking at me in a queer way, like he was looking through me at something behind me. He said that Donald loved him a lot, then he jerked, and looked directly at me and asked if I wanted to see his 'wand'. Before I could answer, he started unzipping his pants, and I ran out of the room to tell my dad Harry was acting strange. It turned out that Donald was touching him, in a bad way. The Hospital administrator Mr. Snap had him sent to a criminal hospital, while the Police figure if he's sane enough to stand trial. Things just seems to get worse and worse for poor Harry, I really feel sorry for him.
I wish his mum and dad had never used drugs, then they wouldn't have died from that tainted heroin. I heard my parents talking, they think Harrys 'mental issues' are because of his mum's drug use while she was expecting him. After seeing all this, I know I'll never touch them.
Harry was doing better last summer, so he got to come stay with us for a while. He seemed a lot better, but he's still not right in the head. He dosn't want to take his medication, he has his own names for each of the pills, he calls the big green ones 'Trolls', the red ones 'Ronnies' (he actually likes those), and the black capsules 'Dementors', he says those take away his happyness."
Harry had to go back to hospital early, my mum and dad are furious after what he did, he came off onto mum while she was asleep, and woke us all up screaming something like 'Patronus!' or some such. It was all I could do then to keep from punching him, but now I realize that he dosn't know what he's doing. We don't go to church, but I'm going to pray for him. He needs all the help there is.
One of the Potters druggy friends came by the house last week, said his name was Mr. Black, my mum and dad wern't home, so I wouldn't let him in, he kept raving about having to take care of Harry. After I shouted it 20 times he finally understood that Harry wasn't here, that he was at Saint Mungo's mental hospital. I guess I shouldn't have told him that, but I was afaid he was going to break in and hurt me.
I heard mum and dad talking about Harry again, he tried to stab Mr. Snap. They had to tie him down and sedate him. Apperently, he thinks Mr. Snap killed Donald Door, and he wants to go see him, and he never wants to see him again, and that Donald loves him, and that Donald killed him, a whole bunch of other contradictory things. I guess you have to be pretty screwed up in the head to believe so many opposite things at the same time.
This is excellent.
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My poor cousin Harry, He spends most of the year in a mental institution, but he keeps getting worse and worse. He's been allowed to come here during the summers, since I'm not in school, my parents thought I could help take care of him, but it was so difficult.
He thinks that he has magic powers, which I read is common in schitzophrenia. He also bounces back and forth between giddy happy, and terribly sad as well.
Harry once told me about a fellow inmate, named Donald Door. He was looking at me in a queer way, like he was looking through me at something behind me. He said that Donald loved him a lot, then he jerked, and looked directly at me and asked if I wanted to see his 'wand'. Before I could answer, he started unzipping his pants, and I ran out of the room to tell my dad Harry was acting strange. It turned out that Donald was touching him, in a bad way. The Hospital administrator Mr. Snap had him sent to a criminal hospital, while the Police figure if he's sane enough to stand trial. Things just seems to get worse and worse for poor Harry, I really feel sorry for him.
I wish his mum and dad had never used drugs, then they wouldn't have died from that tainted heroin. I heard my parents talking, they think Harrys 'mental issues' are because of his mum's drug use while she was expecting him. After seeing all this, I know I'll never touch them.
Harry was doing better last summer, so he got to come stay with us for a while. He seemed a lot better, but he's still not right in the head. He dosn't want to take his medication, he has his own names for each of the pills, he calls the big green ones 'Trolls', the red ones 'Ronnies' (he actually likes those), and the black capsules 'Dementors', he says those take away his happyness."
Harry had to go back to hospital early, my mum and dad are furious after what he did, he came off onto mum while she was asleep, and woke us all up screaming something like 'Patronus!' or some such. It was all I could do then to keep from punching him, but now I realize that he dosn't know what he's doing. We don't go to church, but I'm going to pray for him. He needs all the help there is.
One of the Potters druggy friends came by the house last week, said his name was Mr. Black, my mum and dad wern't home, so I wouldn't let him in, he kept raving about having to take care of Harry. After I shouted it 20 times he finally understood that Harry wasn't here, that he was at Saint Mungo's mental hospital. I guess I shouldn't have told him that, but I was afaid he was going to break in and hurt me.
I heard mum and dad talking about Harry again, he tried to stab Mr. Snap. They had to tie him down and sedate him. Apperently, he thinks Mr. Snap killed Donald Door, and he wants to go see him, and he never wants to see him again, and that Donald loves him, and that Donald killed him, a whole bunch of other contradictory things. I guess you have to be pretty screwed up in the head to believe so many opposite things at the same time.
This is excellent.
if ever there was a time and place for Fresh Prince lyrics, this would be it.
My poor cousin Harry, He spends most of the year in a mental institution, but he keeps getting worse and worse. He's been allowed to come here during the summers, since I'm not in school, my parents thought I could help take care of him, but it was so difficult.
He thinks that he has magic powers, which I read is common in schitzophrenia. He also bounces back and forth between giddy happy, and terribly sad as well.
Harry once told me about a fellow inmate, named Donald Door. He was looking at me in a queer way, like he was looking through me at something behind me. He said that Donald loved him a lot, then he jerked, and looked directly at me and asked if I wanted to see his 'wand'. Before I could answer, he started unzipping his pants, and I ran out of the room to tell my dad Harry was acting strange. It turned out that Donald was touching him, in a bad way. The Hospital administrator Mr. Snap had him sent to a criminal hospital, while the Police figure if he's sane enough to stand trial. Things just seems to get worse and worse for poor Harry, I really feel sorry for him.
I wish his mum and dad had never used drugs, then they wouldn't have died from that tainted heroin. I heard my parents talking, they think Harrys 'mental issues' are because of his mum's drug use while she was expecting him. After seeing all this, I know I'll never touch them.
Harry was doing better last summer, so he got to come stay with us for a while. He seemed a lot better, but he's still not right in the head. He dosn't want to take his medication, he has his own names for each of the pills, he calls the big green ones 'Trolls', the red ones 'Ronnies' (he actually likes those), and the black capsules 'Dementors', he says those take away his happyness."
Harry had to go back to hospital early, my mum and dad are furious after what he did, he came off onto mum while she was asleep, and woke us all up screaming something like 'Patronus!' or some such. It was all I could do then to keep from punching him, but now I realize that he dosn't know what he's doing. We don't go to church, but I'm going to pray for him. He needs all the help there is.
One of the Potters druggy friends came by the house last week, said his name was Mr. Black, my mum and dad wern't home, so I wouldn't let him in, he kept raving about having to take care of Harry. After I shouted it 20 times he finally understood that Harry wasn't here, that he was at Saint Mungo's mental hospital. I guess I shouldn't have told him that, but I was afaid he was going to break in and hurt me.
I heard mum and dad talking about Harry again, he tried to stab Mr. Snap and my mom got scared. She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air.' I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say this cab is rare. But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air.' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later.' I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
This is excellent.
if ever there was a time and place for Fresh Prince lyrics, this would be it.
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Wait, what the hell, they give you money to buy shit, and they let you BORROW THE BOOKS
fuck I gotta get in on some of this, they got borders in canada?
Am I too late?
Hermione kills Harry
Didn't see that one coming, I bet.
And we all know where Socialism leads.
Oh, you. You say that about chewing too fast.
No, not at all.
Sir, it is not wise to make fun of a United States senator of my status.
Not to the moon, dear Senator. We've won that race.
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I'm going to go ahead and back this up.
The only time I ever get attention from zee ladies is when the horrible fake british accent comes out.
Then my actual british friend pounds me one over the head and steals the spotlight.
Almost.
really wish i could do it sober
this sounds about right
get bigger muscles is the solution
Penis enlargment!
Gamertag: PrimusD | Rock Band DLC | GW:OttW - arrcd | WLD - Thortar
hah! non anglo-saxons in britain, how preposterous!
but if you talk like me wikey fly lice people think it is histerical right
i kno rite
ah so ah so
me so solly
me flappa dickey rong time
the canyonaro is the cadilac of something something god I dont even care anymore
*asian orchestral stinger*
He thinks that he has magic powers, which I read is common in schitzophrenia. He also bounces back and forth between giddy happy, and terribly sad as well.
Harry once told me about a fellow inmate, named Donald Door. He was looking at me in a queer way, like he was looking through me at something behind me. He said that Donald loved him a lot, then he jerked, and looked directly at me and asked if I wanted to see his 'wand'. Before I could answer, he started unzipping his pants, and I ran out of the room to tell my dad Harry was acting strange. It turned out that Donald was touching him, in a bad way. The Hospital administrator Mr. Snap had him sent to a criminal hospital, while the Police figure if he's sane enough to stand trial. Things just seems to get worse and worse for poor Harry, I really feel sorry for him.
I wish his mum and dad had never used drugs, then they wouldn't have died from that tainted heroin. I heard my parents talking, they think Harrys 'mental issues' are because of his mum's drug use while she was expecting him. After seeing all this, I know I'll never touch them.
Harry was doing better last summer, so he got to come stay with us for a while. He seemed a lot better, but he's still not right in the head. He dosn't want to take his medication, he has his own names for each of the pills, he calls the big green ones 'Trolls', the red ones 'Ronnies' (he actually likes those), and the black capsules 'Dementors', he says those take away his happyness."
Harry had to go back to hospital early, my mum and dad are furious after what he did, he came off onto mum while she was asleep, and woke us all up screaming something like 'Patronus!' or some such. It was all I could do then to keep from punching him, but now I realize that he dosn't know what he's doing. We don't go to church, but I'm going to pray for him. He needs all the help there is.
One of the Potters druggy friends came by the house last week, said his name was Mr. Black, my mum and dad wern't home, so I wouldn't let him in, he kept raving about having to take care of Harry. After I shouted it 20 times he finally understood that Harry wasn't here, that he was at Saint Mungo's mental hospital. I guess I shouldn't have told him that, but I was afaid he was going to break in and hurt me.
I heard mum and dad talking about Harry again, he tried to stab Mr. Snap. They had to tie him down and sedate him. Apperently, he thinks Mr. Snap killed Donald Door, and he wants to go see him, and he never wants to see him again, and that Donald loves him, and that Donald killed him, a whole bunch of other contradictory things. I guess you have to be pretty screwed up in the head to believe so many opposite things at the same time.
what a bitch main character
Nobody else likes this show in my town.
Oden
I wanted to punch him in the face all through Order of the Phoenix.
The book was much better as "The Weasley Twins Show".
its a voice of crafty trickery because I look 16
fuck yes, h5
This is excellent.
if ever there was a time and place for Fresh Prince lyrics, this would be it.
I honestly expected them when I was reading it.