Hockey movies make shitty examples
So I'm at this lame but obligatory quarterly goals meeting for work. The first three hours were people blowing each other through forced praise and recognition through cheesy teddy bears, thank you posters and plaques crafted by window-licking mutant retards. One hundred fucking people, 67 of them restaurant managers, seven area coaches, and the rest of us lowly sales captains, all closed the night before (Inventory count, baby!) and had to sit through so much "empower your team to suggestive sell, because fierce competition is running our projected growth into the motherfucking ground" that my soul hurt. We were behind schedule thanks to a few assholes doing some extra public fellatio via speech and shitty awards. Then, they fed us turkey sandwiches, dimmed the lights and put on "Miracle," a movie starring Kurt Russell. It's like "The Mighty Ducks" only with faceless, unattractive people and a plot that manages to be even less heterosexual than a team name like "ducks." Turkey + tired + afternoon + dim light + shitty sports movie = z0mg SNORE!!11 So everyone went to sleep. Then, after two hours the light went back on, and we got fucking quized. Bleary-eyed managers got reamed by those questions. I think it was supposed to motivate us into "building a great team" but I was still groggy. Fuck.
Currently downloading Tsubasa Reservoir, and I can't wait to behold the creamtastic show of creamtasticalness. My costume is basically done, too.. all I have to do is steam-a-seam a circular pattern on the bottom top. Hoon cut and styled the wig, and it looks sweet. I knew buying wigs tailored for black women would be better than shitty costume wigs. This is quality weave, damnit! I also ran around the house in my costume for a few minutes, and I'm happy with the results. Robs and I are gonna pwn those bitches at the con.
It takes an awesome kind of person to hate anime fans so much that they too will dress up as an anime character, just to stomp everyone elses shit at cosplay. I can't wait to talk down to socially-retarded kids telling me that my costume is inaccurate because technically there are four beads separating each fang, not five. Ah, yes.. an explosion of pocket protectors and coke-bottle glasses. Bitch stomping time.
Cosplay diva, baby. Cosplay Diva. And I'm gonna kick some ass, diva-style.
I've also decided that my manager can't speak. I was in denial for some time, nodding whenever she talked, but now I realize she mumbles to herself, and I never have any fucking idea what she's asking me to do.
Currently downloading Tsubasa Reservoir, and I can't wait to behold the creamtastic show of creamtasticalness. My costume is basically done, too.. all I have to do is steam-a-seam a circular pattern on the bottom top. Hoon cut and styled the wig, and it looks sweet. I knew buying wigs tailored for black women would be better than shitty costume wigs. This is quality weave, damnit! I also ran around the house in my costume for a few minutes, and I'm happy with the results. Robs and I are gonna pwn those bitches at the con.
It takes an awesome kind of person to hate anime fans so much that they too will dress up as an anime character, just to stomp everyone elses shit at cosplay. I can't wait to talk down to socially-retarded kids telling me that my costume is inaccurate because technically there are four beads separating each fang, not five. Ah, yes.. an explosion of pocket protectors and coke-bottle glasses. Bitch stomping time.
Cosplay diva, baby. Cosplay Diva. And I'm gonna kick some ass, diva-style.
I've also decided that my manager can't speak. I was in denial for some time, nodding whenever she talked, but now I realize she mumbles to herself, and I never have any fucking idea what she's asking me to do.