Nov 13, 2003 13:21
Ok here is my story from yesterday. Know I am not a morning person, and I believe I will never be. Plus procrastination involved in there I am just an idiot. Ok here is how the story goes of my Wendsenday. I end up the night before working a 5 page paper for history, in which I pretty much just paraphrased out of a book. So I was up till I say about 3 doing that. I then had a 7:30 lab. I am like should I stay up or go to bed. GOT TO BED. So I go to bed and wake up at 6:30 to find DOrsey in the shower, I then go back to bed, and wake up a quarter after and just throw my clothes on and go to Lab. In my CPT lab, I just pwn everything. I finish my lab for Monday, but in doing so stay the full 2 hours. I then go home to take a shower. I jump in the shower, and then head off to turn in my History stuff. I turn it in, and sleep through History. I then go I'll get my new School ID, but I changed my pants, and wheres my wallet ahhh shit. I go ok so I back to the house and relax eat some lunch, and then go to BCM. After that boring ass class, I go to get my pay check, and my ID. I walk pass work and I get dragged in and they are like we need you to come in early. I was like ok, let me go get my ID. They said, ok. One the way to SHreve, I meet my old pal from High School, Mike D. He lives in Sherve so I get my id, which took like 3 minutes becasue the stupid bitch sent me to the C and I was like my last name begings with A G. SO anyways I go up to his room, and we chill. I then go to work, to have like 3 people late. And the biggest tool of all Dave Wheeler working. One person ends up not showing, but thats not what I was upset about. It was the Indian Harry Potter......
Hardick is his real name, and shove it in his face all the time. I am like Hi Hard Dick. He is like just call me Harry. I say ok Hard Dick. Now this kid doesn't do shit. He complains about every labor related task. Not only does he not know how to serve people, but he thinks he does, he refuses to lift anything over 1 pound, and refuses to do dishes. Last night he had like a paper cut on his thumb, and Dave said he go back and do some dishes. He was I can't I cut my thumb. Dave like just rinse them them, he was like No. I then said Harry get back there and do the dishes. I think this pissed him off, but everyone working just laughed at him. After the kid just kept getting in my face, like not moving out of the way when I am carrying like 60 pounds of shit. So I pretty much just ram into him and almost knock him over. He gets made an cuss at me in Hindi. I was liek shut the fuck up you Modochod (mother fucker in Hindi), Bastrad you. I can play the Indian fighting game too. But this kid stands like 5' 5" and like 140 pounds. I just want him to hit, so I can teach how a real american man can whoop his fucking indian ass back to India. The funny thing everyone wants me to do it too. So anyways around 10:15, we close at 10, he was asking Dave can I go, can I go. I was happy because it not only pissed off Dave, 1st happiness, and then Harry being a little bitch he is, made me laugh. I went up to Harry with the mop and said go mop the back, He said no so I threw th mop at him and he caught it like a girl and dropped and said NO. Ok I then get really mad get right in his face and say you mop the back floor. You haven't done shit all night, pull your weight or quit. I mean I am this close [....] to just punching him in the face, then he picks up the mop and starts mopping, and I said after that, thats right bitch. Dave Wheeler is just standing there watching the whole the thing doing nothing. He cam up to me later and said thanks for yelling at Harry, I am like why don't you do it next time ok. Then I leave to go home. The End of Harry Potter from Calcutta!
The walk home kinda sucked too, it wasn;t that I was walking, walking is good for my fat ass. It was the fucking wind at like 30 mph. I mean I lift one leg an=d the wind blew to the right or left and I was stumbling around. It was like I had been drinking. Plus the wind was fucking cold as walrus's nutsack. SO I get home to find the boys from Dodge St., Hilltop guys, and Chuck all watching the Dorsey Camera video tapes, and smoking shesha. I was like I am home. So it made me feel better. Then Sean kept asking me whats wrong, whats wrong, I was like LiveJournasl, so Sean here you go.. "You Bastrad Fuck You, you ran over my dog" (Indian accent).
LOL Peace,
Rich