Another day, another doller. I hate my fucking job, though. I had my big review the other day with my two managers, and they dissed for calling in sick too often. I had told them that my mom was having sugery, but they still held that against me. I ended up not getting the promotion I was gunning for. Danny, the higher up of my two managers, said we'd meet again in 30 days to see if I fix their problems with me. If I become a 'better employee,' I can get that transfer where I'll be making around $20 an hour. That would be sweet. I guess I'll have to wait it out, because getting a new job would mean starting over on the career ladder of the new company. Might as well stick with Sears. Let's see what happens 30 days from now.
Like I said last entry, I house-sitted this weekend. The morning after my last post, I discovered that the dog had taken a huge dump in the computer room! Son of a bitch!
I had to clean the shit up, which totally sucked. The fucking dog just watched me and wagged it's tale. The bitch... Literally.
The room still smells a little like poo, even two days after. I cleaned it all up, but I guess there must be a little more in there. Gotta go on a poo hunt before Luccas, the guy I'm sitting for, gets home. I need the house to be nice, especially since I'm moving in there a week into July. I'll probably go over there and clean the floor again after posting this.
Still no progress with the clarinet. I have a big audition in about two months, so I really need to get back into it. I'll probably move into my new place before I start practicing again. I'm gonna have a lot of ground to make up. You actually get worse at playing if you don't constantly keep practicing. I'm sure I've already taken a couple steps back as far as my skill on the instrument goes. I'll have to start back up sooner or later.
How 'bout later?
I have a question. Dogs or cats? I think I used to like dogs better, but after cleaning up massive amounts of dog poop, I may have converted to a cat person. What about you?
-Mike
Like I said last entry, I house-sitted this weekend. The morning after my last post, I discovered that the dog had taken a huge dump in the computer room! Son of a bitch!
I had to clean the shit up, which totally sucked. The fucking dog just watched me and wagged it's tale. The bitch... Literally.
The room still smells a little like poo, even two days after. I cleaned it all up, but I guess there must be a little more in there. Gotta go on a poo hunt before Luccas, the guy I'm sitting for, gets home. I need the house to be nice, especially since I'm moving in there a week into July. I'll probably go over there and clean the floor again after posting this.
Still no progress with the clarinet. I have a big audition in about two months, so I really need to get back into it. I'll probably move into my new place before I start practicing again. I'm gonna have a lot of ground to make up. You actually get worse at playing if you don't constantly keep practicing. I'm sure I've already taken a couple steps back as far as my skill on the instrument goes. I'll have to start back up sooner or later.
How 'bout later?
I have a question. Dogs or cats? I think I used to like dogs better, but after cleaning up massive amounts of dog poop, I may have converted to a cat person. What about you?
-Mike
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cause that's bullshit!
i say that fabreeze works wonders, might wanna try that out..
i didn't know that too many people still play the clarinet- my boyfriend is one, but he hasn't played in so long!
both animals leave you to pick up their poo- i love me some doggies and kitties *snuggle*