Running with Coke

If you fancy a strange and different read, you preferably need Running with Scissors, a memoir of Augusten Burroughs.

I didn't expect a lot from it I thought it would just be okay underrating the number of positive reviews on its back cover and a handful on its first few pages. But it turned out incredibly amazing, crazy and wildly funny, defeating the memoirs I have read in the past. Somehow, at some level, I could relate to Augusten with his misadventures and the lessons he learned from them. I could argue I am in a sense a misfit, and I am chasing something that I am not sure of. But I am definitely sure I am running for something, BIG.

Once you get introduced to Augusten, you sympathize with him and you feel like you at least have a connection with the feelings he possess and the words he pour on his journals. If you haven't read the book, expect a ride of twists and turns ranging from a bizarre family lifestyle, to seeing human sh*t as a tool of communicating with God.

In case you want a glimpse, I found out they already made a movie adaptation and I think I am going to see it some time.

Meanwhile

I have gone to work and enjoyed it. There is adrenaline rush in this kind of work where you have to deal with a customer's demands, the joy of filling up sodas on small, medium or large sized cups, the punching on cash registers and the counting of dollar bills. I enjoyed it although I had to suffer from the torture of having to stand for long hours a day. But overall, I think I will have an interesting summer with this job at hand, knowing that I'd meet a lot of burger-hungry peeps and a chat with my equally interesting workmates.

The next time you order, will you please give a smile to that counter girl/guy? It doesn't hurt that s/he gave you the best "Can I help you?" greeting.