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Jun 28, 2006 23:09

first day back at work sans teeth. it was alright as far as work goes, which means that shit went wrong. our boss snapped pretty much. but days always start in the morning, so ill get to my boss later.
adam wanted me to bring smirnoff to work, which im totally willing to do. but i cant drink with holes in my cheeks/gums. so i didnt want to today. nor will i likely want to this week. he wasnt happy about it, but whats he gonna do. we can drink at work in time.
my mom told us about how our boss had discussed firing the rizzos (remember them? the lazy troublemaking funny body builders i work with), for basically slacking off to the point of pissing everybody off. i went to work not even thinking about it. we actually started off our day with work for once, having found newcomer corey, as well as a list of things to get done. a little while later the rizzos showed up, after being confronted by my mom, who is getting sick and tired of their bullshit (which we find hilarious), and is pretty much ready to toss them some pink slips. she already docked 7 hours' pay from one of their paychecks, as well as that of another worker, rich (both are threatening legal action, which im certain will only gain them legal fees, not repaid hours). so, the day progressed as normal (the new normal, where the rizzos, well, really just nick and rich, slack off more, even while everyone else is working, due to lack of motivation caused by slashing of hours). at some point, our boss found us and said that we were all required to attend a meeting shortly. we pretty much thought somebody was getting fired. instead, we were presented with a new set of rules and an ultimatum. the rules were that the work day now starts at 8, not beforehand as the rizzos claimed to start, and that we must not only clock in and out in the dean's office, but also be sure not to allow a few extra hours into our timesheets. upon pain of termination. the ultimatum was to follow these rules, behave and act mature as we work, and to work to our full ability, or leave right then and not come back. harsh, im sure, to the rizzos, but i didnt feel very affected. i work as it is, i screw around as i go, and i dont let my slacking off show. and if i do, it pales in comparison to the misgivings of the rizzos. we like em, but theyre shitty workers.

adam smoked on top of the freight elevator. it stunk up the whole 3rd floor hallway. he said we should tie ourselves to the i-beams in the ceiling up there and let the elevator go down. thatd be so fucking intense, id shit myself.

i lit some pvc cement on fire with one of those spark lighters for bunsen burners. i tries to put it out with an aerosol. smart move. thing fuckin lit on fire like a blowtorch, which i pointed at my face as i tried to blow the cement out. the result: the air in front of and surrounding my face caught on fire simultaneously, and i think i cinged my retinas or something, cuz my vision was a tad fuzzy for a while afterward. im such a fuckin smart kid.

maybe im just a closet masochist.

aaaaaaaand as my last point of self-conversation, im having a shitload....nay, an ASSload of kids up to my camp the weekend of july 8th. this is my informal invitation to whoever still reads this, so, if youre interested and can probably/will attend, let me know via comment or whatever your choice means of communication with me may be.
details:
my camp is located roughly 100 miles north of syracuse, in three mile bay, NY. it is on lake ontario. we will sleep in tents. my parents will be there. theres no real address cuz our street isnt really so much a street as a stony path you can drive on. phone # is 649 3997, yes thats 315 area code. calling that wont do you much good, because we wont be there til this saturday (july 1st) at 3, and well be leaving the next day around the same time. my cell phone however, is pretty much always on me, mostly always on, and can be reached at 439 0376, house phone is 682 5109, where you can leave a message if we dont pick up.
that weekend is also special, theres a local festival known as the French Festival going on. its cool, lots of hokey vendors in hokey tents selling hokey things made out of seashells and balloons and whatnot. and food. thats there too. its fun. bring moneys.
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