We’ve already covered my strange obsession with Costco, right? I find it so amazing that you can get fro-yo, beer, and a flu shot all in the same place, and then get gas right before you leave. It seems like I end up over there once a week, which I’m sure is costing me more in gas than I’m saving, but that is right beside the point. Last week’s Costco visit was to get some new contacts, and it was during my appointment that I discovered what has got to be one of the strangest jobs in the whole world.
Did you know that they HIRE A PERSON to sing on the karaoke machine in Costco? Yeah, the demo one. So basically, this is the guy you THINK might be crazy because he’s singing just a little too loud at Costco, right beside the flat screen tv. I’m not sure whether this is a cool job for an aspiring singer, or the last step before suicide for someone who used to be famous. Even more tragic is the fact that the optometrist, who is already vying for "worst doctor job ever" in a windowless room inside Costco where he goes "which one is better– one, or two? one, or two? one…..or two?" ALL DAY LONG is forced to listen to the KARAOKE GUY. As it turns out, on days when the PAID KARAOKE PERSON is there, the optometrist is forced to listen to him sing the same karaoke cd over and over and over again. Which, frankly, would be enough for me to quit that job right there. I learned all this while the Costco optometrist was searching his inventory of contacts for a TORIC lens that was just the right prescription for my football-shaped eyeball.
Also, the Mischa Barton Forum people are still mad at me, and for some reason they think I’m a guy.