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Long time no type, little journal.
Hi kids. Remember me?? Yup. The almighty Andrea... I just read my last post. Dear god things have changed. Where to start. Okay, at the beginning.
March 2006- I come to the conclusion that Patty Shapiro is an insane old yenta and yes, after 3 + years, I hand in my resignation. On good terms.
March 2006- I go work for the single hot armenian guy who creates a sales assistant position for me. I do nothing but hang clothes for a month. I AM A TROPHY GODDAMNIT, so, once again, I hand in my resignation.
April 2006- I go visit my parents, who now live in the lap of luxury, in Savanah Georgia.
Some morning in April, my phone rings... The man ring... I look. I throw it across the room. Yes, you guessed it, Sheldon. (Yes, we were in yet another fight.)
2 days later, I receive a text message "Call me when you can baby, kisses"... from you guessed it, Sheldon. I decided to be civil and a human being and call him back.
Me: Hi
Him: Hey... I need to talk to you about something.
Me: Umm, okay...
Him: I'm back at work.
Me: Great.
Him: Without Johnny and Lee... I'm on my own. Come work for me.
Me: Umm, I'm in Georgia, let's not talk about this now.
A week later, I return. I look stunning. Tanned, wearing all Buffalo (This bothers Sheldon as he knows of the David Bitton escapade.) He lets me drive the Jag for the afternoon and therefore, I accept the position of Sales rep for Bedrock Importing in July 2006. It was a blast at first. There are advantages to being involved with ones boss. I took advantage of all of them. Came in late, left early, took obscenely long breaks, expense account'ed everything, drove his car, talked to the girls all day everyday.
Within a month, I realize that this is hell. He treats me like crap and we argue all day everyday. Sheena (my new office buddy who figured out the situation introduces me to a lovely little song, called "gallery" by Mario Vazquez. I have obsessed over it ever since, listenning to it at this very moment.
At the 2 month mark, I have a nervous breakdown and quit. On good terms.
Me: Sheldon, I can't do this anymore.
Him: Well we all saw it coming.
Me: Fuck you.
Him: Well now I'm your boyfriend not your boss.
Me: (through insanely uncontrollable sobbing) fine, goodbye.
Later, I hear that Patty Shapiro has been gossipping about me to extremes. Andrea's sleeping with Sheldon. Andrea's a bas employee. Andrea's a has been, etc etc. I later before getting the change to yell at her find out that she has breast cancer. Well, NOW I can't yell at her! Still haven't. But, I forge on by not attempting to find work, but by partying with my other dear friend from Bedrock Importing, Marianne. Since October, I have been on a drinking binge like you would never believe. Going out every night, sleeping all day, its been fun. Marianne and I discovered Baton Rouge Decarie, with all of the nice cars and free meals thanks to my boobs and her personality. Okay, part my personality and face too. Peter, Dean and Sergio. Peter, the arrogant bastard with a navy blue 5 series BMW (Yes, is the answer to the question in your heads), but, alas, he is married. Don't wanna marry him anyway. Dean was introduced to me as my target, by Sergio, the manager that Marianne already knew. Dean is 29 with a Mercedes G500 and single. I don't think it will work out though.
I met the owner of some club that Ashley dragged me to the other night. He has an older Mercedes e-class, ick, but I think he's richer than he lets on and the best part, I bet I can walk all over him.
Oh, by the way, due to constant slanderous blows to my reputation, I decided to quit the needletrade. I love it, but I can't sacrifice my sanity for it. I will be getting into real estate, which brings us up until now. I'm going to South Africa on vacation and my aunt, the real estate will be teaching me the ropes when I return later in 2007. Why later? Because Ariel (Remember, 2 minute morroccan with Porsche?) requested that I attend Magid (Fashion industry trade show in Vegas) in February. As a sales rep. I said yes. Not because of the industry, but because of who will be there. (Bittons, Sheldon and Susan --the blond bimbo bitch with fake boobs who took my job and is contributing to the slander--) So, I will guest appearance and prove that I am far from a has been and go out on top.
So, thats my life in a nutshell right now... Hope you all are doing well.
Hi kids. Remember me?? Yup. The almighty Andrea... I just read my last post. Dear god things have changed. Where to start. Okay, at the beginning.
March 2006- I come to the conclusion that Patty Shapiro is an insane old yenta and yes, after 3 + years, I hand in my resignation. On good terms.
March 2006- I go work for the single hot armenian guy who creates a sales assistant position for me. I do nothing but hang clothes for a month. I AM A TROPHY GODDAMNIT, so, once again, I hand in my resignation.
April 2006- I go visit my parents, who now live in the lap of luxury, in Savanah Georgia.
Some morning in April, my phone rings... The man ring... I look. I throw it across the room. Yes, you guessed it, Sheldon. (Yes, we were in yet another fight.)
2 days later, I receive a text message "Call me when you can baby, kisses"... from you guessed it, Sheldon. I decided to be civil and a human being and call him back.
Me: Hi
Him: Hey... I need to talk to you about something.
Me: Umm, okay...
Him: I'm back at work.
Me: Great.
Him: Without Johnny and Lee... I'm on my own. Come work for me.
Me: Umm, I'm in Georgia, let's not talk about this now.
A week later, I return. I look stunning. Tanned, wearing all Buffalo (This bothers Sheldon as he knows of the David Bitton escapade.) He lets me drive the Jag for the afternoon and therefore, I accept the position of Sales rep for Bedrock Importing in July 2006. It was a blast at first. There are advantages to being involved with ones boss. I took advantage of all of them. Came in late, left early, took obscenely long breaks, expense account'ed everything, drove his car, talked to the girls all day everyday.
Within a month, I realize that this is hell. He treats me like crap and we argue all day everyday. Sheena (my new office buddy who figured out the situation introduces me to a lovely little song, called "gallery" by Mario Vazquez. I have obsessed over it ever since, listenning to it at this very moment.
At the 2 month mark, I have a nervous breakdown and quit. On good terms.
Me: Sheldon, I can't do this anymore.
Him: Well we all saw it coming.
Me: Fuck you.
Him: Well now I'm your boyfriend not your boss.
Me: (through insanely uncontrollable sobbing) fine, goodbye.
Later, I hear that Patty Shapiro has been gossipping about me to extremes. Andrea's sleeping with Sheldon. Andrea's a bas employee. Andrea's a has been, etc etc. I later before getting the change to yell at her find out that she has breast cancer. Well, NOW I can't yell at her! Still haven't. But, I forge on by not attempting to find work, but by partying with my other dear friend from Bedrock Importing, Marianne. Since October, I have been on a drinking binge like you would never believe. Going out every night, sleeping all day, its been fun. Marianne and I discovered Baton Rouge Decarie, with all of the nice cars and free meals thanks to my boobs and her personality. Okay, part my personality and face too. Peter, Dean and Sergio. Peter, the arrogant bastard with a navy blue 5 series BMW (Yes, is the answer to the question in your heads), but, alas, he is married. Don't wanna marry him anyway. Dean was introduced to me as my target, by Sergio, the manager that Marianne already knew. Dean is 29 with a Mercedes G500 and single. I don't think it will work out though.
I met the owner of some club that Ashley dragged me to the other night. He has an older Mercedes e-class, ick, but I think he's richer than he lets on and the best part, I bet I can walk all over him.
Oh, by the way, due to constant slanderous blows to my reputation, I decided to quit the needletrade. I love it, but I can't sacrifice my sanity for it. I will be getting into real estate, which brings us up until now. I'm going to South Africa on vacation and my aunt, the real estate will be teaching me the ropes when I return later in 2007. Why later? Because Ariel (Remember, 2 minute morroccan with Porsche?) requested that I attend Magid (Fashion industry trade show in Vegas) in February. As a sales rep. I said yes. Not because of the industry, but because of who will be there. (Bittons, Sheldon and Susan --the blond bimbo bitch with fake boobs who took my job and is contributing to the slander--) So, I will guest appearance and prove that I am far from a has been and go out on top.
So, thats my life in a nutshell right now... Hope you all are doing well.