we interrupt the normal schedualed journal for something completely different...
okay it's been a rough few days. okay, so it hasn't but yerstday (wed.) was a bitch. this is what i get for being left alone with my thoughts...here's how it went down...
tuesday night i'm talking to my girl when i remember that i need gas and food might be a good idea. so off to get gas and smokes. let me interject that paying 2.20 for midgrade is a fuck. let's tell the government that if they're gonna let us get fucked like this we at least want to be kissed first. i digress...
so off to the bank i go.
stop at the atm.
insert card.
card comes back out. "sorry this card isn't authorized for this transaction"
now i'm pissed!
so home again home again jiggity jig. to fester my frustration and mash my teeth.
the girl calls....sorry hun but i was in a bad mood....so i toyed with her a bit and got her a wee bit mad at me. but of course i'm a guy so i don't see/hear it. finally off to sleep only to be woken by my alarm in the morning....so off to work.
now i may not be a manager persay at my job but damnit if i'm not the one that has to make everyone else work.
do i care that i might come off as an asshole? what do you fucking think?
so i have pride in the work that i do and tryh my hardest to make my own life as simple as possible so that the most work can get done without really have to work that hard.
no such fucking luck.
i've had a thing against one of the managers not because she's female, fat, and acts like a two year old (mind you that my niece is going to be three, and has a better grasp on responsiblity)
any way.....i come i to find that she hasn't touched a damn thing in her section. nothing in the backroom has been touch in at least a week, or at least since the weekend...and being that we get anywhere from two to four boxes for her department a day (!) needless to say her shit is starting to interrupt my nice organization and efficantcy....
2. then my friend sara (one of the other managers) came back to watch me work and complain about our boss bill.
so that was the start of my day...here i am broke (had just enough to buy myself a coffee) hungry and pissy over the atm thing...
it got to the point when i was finishing up the shippment after spending all day by myself in the backroom muttering and cursing, when my store manager bill came in, all happy and cheery and shit. when i asked how was i doing i could only respond...."DON'T START" through my clenched jaw.
i turned and said to him as we headed out the back door to the bank...we need to talk i need to vent....
at which point i set fire to everyone i worked with..thank god bill is cool enough to be understanding...even when i told him to "grow some balls and be the boss"....i glad he understands my frustration.
now i don't want to sound like a bigot or anything but what the fuck is up with women? why are some women so hell bent on not "hurting anyone's feelings....or stepping on anyone's toes"...fuck that shit....we'll do it my way and if that don't work we'll do it my way....grrr....i hate beening the only guy there some shifts (of course there are other guys that work there) oh...there's a light bulb out...can you change it? oh...can you lift this little box..or throw this in the dumpster...it's raining...
i now know why some men beat there wives...i now it's horrible to say but damn if i can't see it....
things turned around after that...as bill and i were coming back i saw one of my best friends coming out of the store, so i hailed him over and introduced him to bill then went off to sit outside and talk. told me that he finally pop the question to his girl and she said yes good for you mike....i won't be THAT upset that you haven't asked me to be your best man...asshole...
needless to say mike cheered me up considerablly...that's what i get for talking about sam....the smile didn't go away after that....then buddy steve showed up for his shift early and entertained me with tales of his antics...good kid....any of you girl that want to train a skinny tall white boy with good manners and a bright yet hazy future let me know and i'll ship him off to ya...
anyway....turned around and worked my butt until it was time to leave making sure bill understood just how pissed i was at the manager that i can-not-or-will-not-stand-for. needless to say he caught on....so home to talk to the girl while she was at work (shhhh...don't tell her boss). read somemore of my book....watched t.v., usual stuff for a wed. night. had the time to relax and what have you....then off to work again this morning....deceiding to leave early and burn a few hours of sick time that i will never use...too nice of a day to be stuck at work....
and now....now i wait for my woman...hard to believe that it's only until next friday....
1.what should i wear to the sg burlesque?
2.how do you vent your frustration?
3.what's the best thing to eat (besides shity raman noodles) when you're broke?
4.what should i do to sam first? and you know what i mean by do....
okay it's been a rough few days. okay, so it hasn't but yerstday (wed.) was a bitch. this is what i get for being left alone with my thoughts...here's how it went down...
tuesday night i'm talking to my girl when i remember that i need gas and food might be a good idea. so off to get gas and smokes. let me interject that paying 2.20 for midgrade is a fuck. let's tell the government that if they're gonna let us get fucked like this we at least want to be kissed first. i digress...
so off to the bank i go.
stop at the atm.
insert card.
card comes back out. "sorry this card isn't authorized for this transaction"
now i'm pissed!
so home again home again jiggity jig. to fester my frustration and mash my teeth.
the girl calls....sorry hun but i was in a bad mood....so i toyed with her a bit and got her a wee bit mad at me. but of course i'm a guy so i don't see/hear it. finally off to sleep only to be woken by my alarm in the morning....so off to work.
now i may not be a manager persay at my job but damnit if i'm not the one that has to make everyone else work.
do i care that i might come off as an asshole? what do you fucking think?
so i have pride in the work that i do and tryh my hardest to make my own life as simple as possible so that the most work can get done without really have to work that hard.
no such fucking luck.
i've had a thing against one of the managers not because she's female, fat, and acts like a two year old (mind you that my niece is going to be three, and has a better grasp on responsiblity)
any way.....i come i to find that she hasn't touched a damn thing in her section. nothing in the backroom has been touch in at least a week, or at least since the weekend...and being that we get anywhere from two to four boxes for her department a day (!) needless to say her shit is starting to interrupt my nice organization and efficantcy....
2. then my friend sara (one of the other managers) came back to watch me work and complain about our boss bill.
so that was the start of my day...here i am broke (had just enough to buy myself a coffee) hungry and pissy over the atm thing...
it got to the point when i was finishing up the shippment after spending all day by myself in the backroom muttering and cursing, when my store manager bill came in, all happy and cheery and shit. when i asked how was i doing i could only respond...."DON'T START" through my clenched jaw.
i turned and said to him as we headed out the back door to the bank...we need to talk i need to vent....
at which point i set fire to everyone i worked with..thank god bill is cool enough to be understanding...even when i told him to "grow some balls and be the boss"....i glad he understands my frustration.
now i don't want to sound like a bigot or anything but what the fuck is up with women? why are some women so hell bent on not "hurting anyone's feelings....or stepping on anyone's toes"...fuck that shit....we'll do it my way and if that don't work we'll do it my way....grrr....i hate beening the only guy there some shifts (of course there are other guys that work there) oh...there's a light bulb out...can you change it? oh...can you lift this little box..or throw this in the dumpster...it's raining...
i now know why some men beat there wives...i now it's horrible to say but damn if i can't see it....
things turned around after that...as bill and i were coming back i saw one of my best friends coming out of the store, so i hailed him over and introduced him to bill then went off to sit outside and talk. told me that he finally pop the question to his girl and she said yes good for you mike....i won't be THAT upset that you haven't asked me to be your best man...asshole...
needless to say mike cheered me up considerablly...that's what i get for talking about sam....the smile didn't go away after that....then buddy steve showed up for his shift early and entertained me with tales of his antics...good kid....any of you girl that want to train a skinny tall white boy with good manners and a bright yet hazy future let me know and i'll ship him off to ya...
anyway....turned around and worked my butt until it was time to leave making sure bill understood just how pissed i was at the manager that i can-not-or-will-not-stand-for. needless to say he caught on....so home to talk to the girl while she was at work (shhhh...don't tell her boss). read somemore of my book....watched t.v., usual stuff for a wed. night. had the time to relax and what have you....then off to work again this morning....deceiding to leave early and burn a few hours of sick time that i will never use...too nice of a day to be stuck at work....
and now....now i wait for my woman...hard to believe that it's only until next friday....
1.what should i wear to the sg burlesque?
2.how do you vent your frustration?
3.what's the best thing to eat (besides shity raman noodles) when you're broke?
4.what should i do to sam first? and you know what i mean by do....
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i wanna go home early, lol. maybe next week
1. something that i'll have fun taking off later.
2. sex or a crying fit.
3. anything they sell at costco. or potatoes, rice, and beans. things you can buy in bulk.
4. i don't think i should answer this one...
2) By smashing 300 years of culture
3) tortillas and cheese hombre
4) If you are worth a grain of salt better get down there boy...and show her why she should care.