A list o' fail:

• A house cleaning check (for a lot of money), bounced, fucking us over. I work my ass off and this house cleaning thing just isn't working. Checks bounce. Friends mock me. It is just stupid and I quit. I am not taking anymore houses.
  
  
• I ate sour straws for dinner tonight.
  
  
• A co-worker (Sondra) stiffed me on a $40 bracelet. Then ( Read more... )

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Other than my work egg hunt, Matt and I didn't do much for Easter. We used to have dinner with his parents, but last year we didn't - and this year we didn't even hear from them. They used to also send a card or gift us a modest Easter basket, but this year we are too far gone into the Bad Children column to deserve contact. Oh well ( Read more... )

Bakery Manager: "If a customer wants only half a yule log, what do you say?"

Tamela: "Yes."

Kirsti: "Fuck off and die in a fire."

Bakery Manager: "...Tamela wins."

Rob is fond of throwing things and Tamela and I constantly dodge random items during the day. His favorite items to throw are lids - he hurls them like frisbees across the entire department. He's even landed them in our cakes before ( Read more... )

The party was awesome! I had such an awesome time, thank you everyone who came - best time I have had in ages! I want to do it again. Soon. I have photos to post later... they may or may not involve a strap-on ( Read more... )

Store stuff:


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The security guys nailed a boy for shoplifting stupid shit in the store yesterday. I was sending orders upstairs when the police arrived to "arrest" him (AKA "call his parents to come get him"). In a hilarious twist of fate, the responding officer had the boy's high school principle with him, who just happened to be on a ride along that day.

Stephanie: "Kirsti! Do you have a tampon?"

Kirsti: "Yes, but you don't want it."

Stephanie: "Why?"

Kirsti: "Because it's inside of me."

* Jenn enters the bakery. *

Stephanie: "Jenn! Do you have a tampon?"

Jenn: "Yes, but if I need it later you have to pull it out and give it back."

Moral of the story: bring your own damned tampons.