Is that a bunny on his hat?

I have repeatedly applied to the Wal-Mart across the street from me and have been told repeatedly "no thanks."
I just watched a documentary on Wal-Mart and as it showed a group of new hires starting their shift all I could think to myself was, "Well, its finally happened. Not sustaining a massive brain-damaging blow to the head has come to bite me in the butt."
Maybe I'm just overqualified.

Disclaimer: Although most of the Wal-Mart employees I encounter are kind, helpful, and intelligent, I'll be watching myself if I'm ever in that particular Omaha-area store. Yikes. Dredged the bottom of the pool for those hires.

C'est votre anniversaire

Most of you are aware I keep a journal. Nothing too serious, its been three years since buying it and its only about 3/4 full. I'm a 'once a week' writer if I'm lucky, and unfortunately, that time typically comes during Sacrament Meeting.
And I'm afraid that should someone see me furiously writing in my journal during the special musical number, they'll get the wrong idea.