Bad Luck, No Luck, Oh... and Vick.

I've came to the conclusion that I don't have bad luck.
I AM bad luck.
When there's a one in a ten chance of something... I'm always that one person.
When there's a one in a million chance... that's me.
One in a billion... me.

At first, I couldn't take it. Now, this is what I consider "normal."
Something bad happening to me is now part of my daily routine. I actually look forward to seeing what "kill joy" awaits me.

Surprisingly, today was free of bad luck. I kept waiting for something to happen, but nothing did.
Today was actually filled with lots of laughter. Days like this remind me how much I love my co-workers. Peggy and I came up with a game called "Post Office Musical"... we sang everything we said as if we were on "High School Musical". It was hilarious and people were getting annoyed, which made it even more comical.

My boy Vick is another interesting character on the job. We call him "Vick" because he kind of resemble Mike Vick the QB. Personality wise, he's the coolest cat I know. He's so laid back and down the earth, but funny and rude. We spend most of our work day arguing jokingly. We drive each other up the wall, and I go out of my way to annoy him. He's like the big brother I never had.
Recently I found out he's kind of scared of being popped with rubberbands.

*approaches Vick, aiming to shoot him with a rubberband.*
Me: "This is a stick up!"
Vick: (covers face) "Fuck out of here with that, man!"
Me: (still aiming rubberband) "Give me your frooties!"
Vick: (empties out his pockets) "Here!"
Me: "Thanks." (eats frooties)
THEEbooh: (laughs) Vick, you just got bullied out of your candy!