deathtoyourmom

so fanelli quit. i no longer have a scapegoat at dcl. i'm kinda sad about this.

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i've come to realize that dcl IS fucking highschool. my supervisor was talking about this kid that i really don't like, and apparently he rubs him the wrong way too. (he snitched on him to my coworker, and the funny thing is that he is also HER supervisor) as it turns out, no one really likes this kid, which is a shame, he is a good worker but thinks way too much of himself for the position that he's in. he also makes really obnoxious comments, such as:

him: hey, do you live around davis?
me: yeah i do.
him: then i saw you walking around on sunday
me: well, i was at my boyfriend's on sunday, maybe it was saturday.
him: no, it was sunday. i guess there must have been ANOTHER girl wearing big pants with a red streak in her hair.
me: wtf.

another occurrance

me: hey guys, angie sent me to help y'all out.
him: ok, you gotta talk to me about it.
me: ok dude, where's the registration on this? also, i need to see your paperwork.
him: well, you apply vinyl like this: you line it up and use that tool, called a squee-gee to smooth it out.
me: i've been doing this for two years, dude. just give me the paperwork.
him: well, SOMEONE'S touchy...
me: wtf.

i think i should have alerted him to the fact that i am also his supervisor and have been given the power to fire him if it strikes my fancy. but angie would cry if i fired him. cause she likes him for some reason. maybe its all the ass kissing....

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had a nice, lowkey evening with the boy. sometimes things are so good that it scares me. it's always been hard for me to trust people, and i'm still a little guarded. i think we're both still a little guarded. this is the first time i've ever had someone who shared my mindset. and it's nice.

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i should go eat some chicken. and feed chainsaw. and work on admitnothing.com. and contemplate a possible evening of total recall with said boy.