  At several points in my life, I believe I was under the delusion that i am a 'people person'. I've noticed the last few days that the unifying motif in my life is that I real am not a people person. I don't like people. I don't like crowds. I don't like malls, stores, bars and other places where people congregate. In updating my list of jobs and suchlike, I realised almost all my jobs have had to do with me dealing with the public. I was a lifeguard, a tour guide, a kiosk dork in a national park. Met a lot of cool people in those jobs, but there were an overwhelming amount of people that were fricken tards. I'd like to think that I'm a tolerant person, but perhaps when it comes down to the simple meat and potatoes of the matter, I have a tendancy to be intolerant of people I find to be irretrieveably stupid, and people who are intolerant.
So, demographically speaking, the type of person I'd most likely want to kill during a rage would be a ditzy racist. So, you know, golfers. The jobs I applied to today were retail, with the exception of the baker job. Mojo, people. You want cookies, right? I don't want to work retail. Aggh. The mere thought of morons not understanding things like prices or store policies makes my hair hurt.
Maybe it's not so much people, but the masses that I've come to dislike intensely. The consuming masses in particular. Great Zeus' kidneys, but I am cranky. I'm trying to go back to being a day person, it's working in the way that it isn't, and retail, or some hell similar seems to be my lot in life. 
