Note for all my readers...
When people are walking down a dark deserted street, a flash of bright light WILL draw their attention... This is an unavoidable fact...
So if you are in a ground floor bedroom turning on the lights with the blinds open before you put on any sort of clothing...
I mean, I don't want to sound like a prude, but I was just as surprised as they were...
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
The truth
Have you ever told someone how you really truely felt?
Sometimes it takes a lot of courage, but it usually ends up paying off... right?
I told my boss how I felt...
I don't appreciate being told, on one hand, that if I treat the druggies the crackheads and thw whores any different than any of the rest of the customers I'll be fired, but, on the other hand, being told that I'm being too nice to the widower who's son has left her to California to live happily with his wife...
And then not being told the work schedual more than 48 hours in advance (that's right folks I was schedualed to work sunday morning... but I wouldn't have found that out until I went into work at 11pm on friday night... giving me all of 34hours between when i got off and when I started...)
needless to say i said no to that idea...
Actually... I didnt say no... I said never... I also said something along the lines of "if I'm expected to do my job then why the hell aren't you doing your job"...
So keeping up with that tradition...
You're a crazy bitch... and living in the same house with you has been the bane of my existence for the last two months... No, I dont think your behaviors are normal or justified; in fact I think childish and deviant are much more accurate.
I swallow my toungue every time you ask me for advice because telling the truth would make our living situation that much more unbearable.
And no, I didn't want this FUCKING bed in my goddamn room...
That's why it's never been set-up...
In fact I'll return it soon...
Enjoy...
God that felt good
On the plus side... only a few more months til I move out...
=D
Sometimes it takes a lot of courage, but it usually ends up paying off... right?
I told my boss how I felt...
I don't appreciate being told, on one hand, that if I treat the druggies the crackheads and thw whores any different than any of the rest of the customers I'll be fired, but, on the other hand, being told that I'm being too nice to the widower who's son has left her to California to live happily with his wife...
And then not being told the work schedual more than 48 hours in advance (that's right folks I was schedualed to work sunday morning... but I wouldn't have found that out until I went into work at 11pm on friday night... giving me all of 34hours between when i got off and when I started...)
needless to say i said no to that idea...
Actually... I didnt say no... I said never... I also said something along the lines of "if I'm expected to do my job then why the hell aren't you doing your job"...
So keeping up with that tradition...
You're a crazy bitch... and living in the same house with you has been the bane of my existence for the last two months... No, I dont think your behaviors are normal or justified; in fact I think childish and deviant are much more accurate.
I swallow my toungue every time you ask me for advice because telling the truth would make our living situation that much more unbearable.
And no, I didn't want this FUCKING bed in my goddamn room...
That's why it's never been set-up...
In fact I'll return it soon...
Enjoy...
God that felt good
On the plus side... only a few more months til I move out...
=D
Friday, January 05, 2007
Been Tagged...
First a note..
I truely hate my job... I hate the customers, who are the emitomy of slime and make me think twice of the social programs I would normally support without question... I dislike my boss who's only form of discipline is writing a note in a book for everyone to see detailing what stupid thing you've done wrong with no advice on how to recitify the situation or how to follow proper protocol... I hate a lot of my cowokers... well... I dont hate the ones that are still here, but 4 have quit/been fired/given notice since I started a month ago... not too shabby considering we started with 11 employees...
yes..
so...
Being tagged appears to imply that I have to share 6 random things about me... I shall try my best to be completely random...
1) The first thing I do whenever I turn on my computer is disable quicktime... I know there are ways to permanently disable, or simply stopping it from automatically starting up on login, and I've done both... but for so long I've been logging in and turning it off that it doesn't feel like my computer if I don't do it (so I set it back)
2) When I feel sad or lonely I stare at my desktop picture... the bird looks as sad and lonely as I feel some days... it makes me feel better...
3) I like my sneakers to be exceptionally grubby... My last pair of converse looked awsome, but I had to stop wearing them most of the time cuz I wore holes in the leather... dirt and stains are cool by me, but holes make you look poor...
4) Wolf blass is (and has been for a while) my favourite winery... I would drink it by the barrelful if I had the money
5) The smell of stale coffee is almost as effective as the smell of oranges at making me feel queezy... who would have thought something I <3 so much could have something in common with something I
6) I've prayed the rosary more times in the last month than I've "normal" prayed... Despite what I may not like of the Catholic church, the rosary is a very helpful prayer tool... today I will be covering the sorrowful mysteries...
And since it appears I get to tag people myself... I will choose randomly... Morg-o, Lauren, Vince, Chelsea... i don't know how many I'm supposed to randomly choose... 4 seems like a nice low random number...
I truely hate my job... I hate the customers, who are the emitomy of slime and make me think twice of the social programs I would normally support without question... I dislike my boss who's only form of discipline is writing a note in a book for everyone to see detailing what stupid thing you've done wrong with no advice on how to recitify the situation or how to follow proper protocol... I hate a lot of my cowokers... well... I dont hate the ones that are still here, but 4 have quit/been fired/given notice since I started a month ago... not too shabby considering we started with 11 employees...
yes..
so...
Being tagged appears to imply that I have to share 6 random things about me... I shall try my best to be completely random...
1) The first thing I do whenever I turn on my computer is disable quicktime... I know there are ways to permanently disable, or simply stopping it from automatically starting up on login, and I've done both... but for so long I've been logging in and turning it off that it doesn't feel like my computer if I don't do it (so I set it back)
2) When I feel sad or lonely I stare at my desktop picture... the bird looks as sad and lonely as I feel some days... it makes me feel better...
3) I like my sneakers to be exceptionally grubby... My last pair of converse looked awsome, but I had to stop wearing them most of the time cuz I wore holes in the leather... dirt and stains are cool by me, but holes make you look poor...
4) Wolf blass is (and has been for a while) my favourite winery... I would drink it by the barrelful if I had the money
5) The smell of stale coffee is almost as effective as the smell of oranges at making me feel queezy... who would have thought something I <3 so much could have something in common with something I
6) I've prayed the rosary more times in the last month than I've "normal" prayed... Despite what I may not like of the Catholic church, the rosary is a very helpful prayer tool... today I will be covering the sorrowful mysteries...
And since it appears I get to tag people myself... I will choose randomly... Morg-o, Lauren, Vince, Chelsea... i don't know how many I'm supposed to randomly choose... 4 seems like a nice low random number...
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