Live...journal? Rings a bell.
This place is so dead. Yet...I'm still updating this? Amazing.
Well, first of all, I quit my job. I thought that little inkling of knowledge was necessary, due to the many "I hate my job" entries...it's only fair to let you all (more accurately, you none) know that I have expended my time at the hell hole they, who currently reside there, refer to it as "not that bad of a place to work, there's seriously worse." Well I showed them! Mother fuckers! Ha ha ha.
The last few stories about that place really do make me laugh every time I think about them...mainly because it shows how ridiculously stupid people are. I guess I've always known that the human race contains a brain made from the same substance of their fecal matter, however...wow...haha. I guess I'll tell you one, no?
So, God...when was it? I really want to say it was a Friday. Yeah, Friday sounds right. I must have had that day off or something because I was working in the morning. Anyway, that whole I had been having some gnarly ass stomach problems...basically the kind where whenever I would eat food it would feel like I was digesting glass (Have I really digested glass? No. Fuck you). Not the greatest of feelings. Well anyway, Friday it had gotten significantly bad about an hour into my door shift (a position which contains absolutely no work at all...however it's possible that those were the most boring times of my life), the whole "digesting glass" feeling came back, verge of throwing up, and to top it off...I was getting extreme chill. I ignored it for awhile...but, when I started almost falling from being in pain, I alerted a manager. The conversation went as such:
Note: This manager, we will call her "Amanda" (because that's her real fucking name and I hate her) had been an extraordinary whore to me ever since the first day I had met her. Anyway...
Me: Uhm, excuse me Amanda...I feel extremely ill and I think I need to go home.
Amanda: Oh really? Well...what's the matter.
Me:...uhm, well, it feels like I'm digesting glass...and well, frankly...I think I might vomit...any second now.
Amanda: (Annoyed look on face) Well the bathroom is right over there...
Me: (Pause) Uhm...no, I need to go home. You don't understand...I am in extreme fucking pain here.
Amanda: (SIGHS) Ah...fine, you can go home...but I need to take care of some stuff in concessions first...(walks away like a bitch)
Thirty minutes later...
Me: Yeah, when was I going home again?
Amanda:...ah...whatever, I guess you can go home now.
That ends MY convo with her. However, I learned from a co-worker (via MySpace, the bane of LiveJournal and all other internet communities) that Amanda was bitching about it all day saying I was faking. That fucking whore.
Oh well, she got what was coming. Three days later I called her from the hospital to tell her that I possibly had a disease and had a chance of going into a surgery. She almost cried.
Well...turns out I did have a disease...didn't have to go into surgery though! YAY! :D I won't say much more about my condition...only that it's Crohn's Disease and I have a "fairly" mild case of it. Starting to doubt that now though seeing as they're thinking of putting me on some hard-fucking-core steroids that will mess with you so bad that you will end up looking like Quasimodo...bah, fuck that. Anyway, 'nuff with that.
But now...now it's literally halfway through my Senior Year and I am as happy as I have been in a long time. Good things have happened, and I've let them happen...rather than being old "Jon Tanner" and avoiding good things (seemed to be a trend back in the day). It really gets old and depressing after awhile; it's quite unnecessary. Oh well, I guess it only took like a year and a half to figure that out. Not so long in the vast expansion of time. Lulz.
Speaking of old Jon Tanner, it really got me thinking last night; of how stupid I use to be. Not saying I am completely "moron-free," however the levels of idiotness have gone down quite tremendously. Most of my stupid rendezvous happened in middle school...and really...was that a good time for anyone? If it was, then chances are you're probably going to barely pass high school (but if middle school was horrible and you're still going to barely pass high school it just means you're a reckless self-serving asshole).
Oh well.
OH, and I was mainly updating this because I am bored and am avoiding doing some Comparative Government homework.
Well, first of all, I quit my job. I thought that little inkling of knowledge was necessary, due to the many "I hate my job" entries...it's only fair to let you all (more accurately, you none) know that I have expended my time at the hell hole they, who currently reside there, refer to it as "not that bad of a place to work, there's seriously worse." Well I showed them! Mother fuckers! Ha ha ha.
The last few stories about that place really do make me laugh every time I think about them...mainly because it shows how ridiculously stupid people are. I guess I've always known that the human race contains a brain made from the same substance of their fecal matter, however...wow...haha. I guess I'll tell you one, no?
So, God...when was it? I really want to say it was a Friday. Yeah, Friday sounds right. I must have had that day off or something because I was working in the morning. Anyway, that whole I had been having some gnarly ass stomach problems...basically the kind where whenever I would eat food it would feel like I was digesting glass (Have I really digested glass? No. Fuck you). Not the greatest of feelings. Well anyway, Friday it had gotten significantly bad about an hour into my door shift (a position which contains absolutely no work at all...however it's possible that those were the most boring times of my life), the whole "digesting glass" feeling came back, verge of throwing up, and to top it off...I was getting extreme chill. I ignored it for awhile...but, when I started almost falling from being in pain, I alerted a manager. The conversation went as such:
Note: This manager, we will call her "Amanda" (because that's her real fucking name and I hate her) had been an extraordinary whore to me ever since the first day I had met her. Anyway...
Me: Uhm, excuse me Amanda...I feel extremely ill and I think I need to go home.
Amanda: Oh really? Well...what's the matter.
Me:...uhm, well, it feels like I'm digesting glass...and well, frankly...I think I might vomit...any second now.
Amanda: (Annoyed look on face) Well the bathroom is right over there...
Me: (Pause) Uhm...no, I need to go home. You don't understand...I am in extreme fucking pain here.
Amanda: (SIGHS) Ah...fine, you can go home...but I need to take care of some stuff in concessions first...(walks away like a bitch)
Thirty minutes later...
Me: Yeah, when was I going home again?
Amanda:...ah...whatever, I guess you can go home now.
That ends MY convo with her. However, I learned from a co-worker (via MySpace, the bane of LiveJournal and all other internet communities) that Amanda was bitching about it all day saying I was faking. That fucking whore.
Oh well, she got what was coming. Three days later I called her from the hospital to tell her that I possibly had a disease and had a chance of going into a surgery. She almost cried.
Well...turns out I did have a disease...didn't have to go into surgery though! YAY! :D I won't say much more about my condition...only that it's Crohn's Disease and I have a "fairly" mild case of it. Starting to doubt that now though seeing as they're thinking of putting me on some hard-fucking-core steroids that will mess with you so bad that you will end up looking like Quasimodo...bah, fuck that. Anyway, 'nuff with that.
But now...now it's literally halfway through my Senior Year and I am as happy as I have been in a long time. Good things have happened, and I've let them happen...rather than being old "Jon Tanner" and avoiding good things (seemed to be a trend back in the day). It really gets old and depressing after awhile; it's quite unnecessary. Oh well, I guess it only took like a year and a half to figure that out. Not so long in the vast expansion of time. Lulz.
Speaking of old Jon Tanner, it really got me thinking last night; of how stupid I use to be. Not saying I am completely "moron-free," however the levels of idiotness have gone down quite tremendously. Most of my stupid rendezvous happened in middle school...and really...was that a good time for anyone? If it was, then chances are you're probably going to barely pass high school (but if middle school was horrible and you're still going to barely pass high school it just means you're a reckless self-serving asshole).
Oh well.
OH, and I was mainly updating this because I am bored and am avoiding doing some Comparative Government homework.