The search is on.......
Hey there kiddies. So I'm here at work after a retarded morning. My alarm clock you see is possessed. It just flashes all different numbers at various speeds so you feel like you're in the twilight zone or about to walk into the room and have pigs blood spilt on you like Carrie or something. Don't ask....my thoughts are strange. So anyhoo, of course I set the alarm clock on my phone as a back up but this morning it failed me. I got up at 9:20...was supposed to be at work at 9:30....oh well I made it in at 9:50 or so.
so I just finished my lunch and during I was pouring through internet sites looking at engagement rings. the boy wants me to try to pick out what i'd want so that he can be prepared when he's ready to ask me something other than questions about what I'm doing with my life. He feels that if I'm gonna wear the ring for the rest of my life i better like it. good plan. Picking a ring is freaking hard! I feel like there's 50 million choices of things I don't like! grrr and I hate going to those places around here...buy factory direct! yeah we went in there once and some mafia wannabe guy was slobbering a sandwich all over himself while insisting on trying to sell me a ring I didnt want. Yeah buddy close your mouth while you inhale that! Better yet, why don't you get your pinky ring wearing oinker self a job where people wanna be waited on while you're shoving food in and on your face....oh wait that'll never happen.
In other news, my boss decided today that she thinks I'm getting good at sales. Oh goody. So I can be just like the tool who called her up yesterday bragging that Paris Hilton came into his store in nyc where he carries our line and apparently she bought some of our stuff for whatever dog of the week she's carrying around. Supposedly pictures were taken by the everpresent shutterbugs and we may be in some trashy celeb news mag. swell. that's why I went to college. so I could be a tool aiding Paris Hilton in her indulgent life.
so I just finished my lunch and during I was pouring through internet sites looking at engagement rings. the boy wants me to try to pick out what i'd want so that he can be prepared when he's ready to ask me something other than questions about what I'm doing with my life. He feels that if I'm gonna wear the ring for the rest of my life i better like it. good plan. Picking a ring is freaking hard! I feel like there's 50 million choices of things I don't like! grrr and I hate going to those places around here...buy factory direct! yeah we went in there once and some mafia wannabe guy was slobbering a sandwich all over himself while insisting on trying to sell me a ring I didnt want. Yeah buddy close your mouth while you inhale that! Better yet, why don't you get your pinky ring wearing oinker self a job where people wanna be waited on while you're shoving food in and on your face....oh wait that'll never happen.
In other news, my boss decided today that she thinks I'm getting good at sales. Oh goody. So I can be just like the tool who called her up yesterday bragging that Paris Hilton came into his store in nyc where he carries our line and apparently she bought some of our stuff for whatever dog of the week she's carrying around. Supposedly pictures were taken by the everpresent shutterbugs and we may be in some trashy celeb news mag. swell. that's why I went to college. so I could be a tool aiding Paris Hilton in her indulgent life.