you're dying for me/ open your eyes
BLAH
I hate working with assholes. There's this new guy, Rob, who lives to make sure I die from excessive eye rolling. He's such an arogant ass who order everyone around and CANNOT stand being corrected. Which is why I think it's funny when he gets all pissy with Matt, who's like 6'5, a jock and likes to fight, when he corrects Rob, who is like 5'8 and chubs-worthy. I dunno, something about this fucker get me so mad. Mostly it's how he showed up wasted for his first day, manages not to get fired and acts all fucking entitled like he's fucking God's gift to the restaurant business and women, to be here. And I'm all "Yo, I was pushing for you to be fired among other things. Don't start shit with me." and before he tried to, but now we just keep our distance. B/c I think I will kill him. Or scream at him. One of the two will happen. We will see how long this will last.
Aside from that, I work with pretty fun people, Tonto (his name is Tony, but I make fun of him so whatever) is not so bad. Just laughs to damn much. Like literally giggly EVERYWHERE. Matt is re: see above, and Jordan's some country surfer from Cali. Practically all of them are my age. It's all good. Definitely very different from summer, which were all middle-aged women. Yay.
The only thing that makes me go "hahaha-oh." is alot of the boy-talk, which is something I'm still getting used to. For most women do not comment on the racks of customers, or crazy girls "who taken a few rounds with the ugly stick" they sleep with. Oh boy talk, so not like girl-talk.
BLAH again.