Work sucks... as per usual.
Yes, work sucks, especially nowadays. It's been raining, alot... almost too much, and it's grey out there as well. It looks like the Minnesuicide rate will be up again. Ah the control weather can have on a person's psyche.
Bluh, I'm just babballooning.
The neanderthal like managers, should know by now, that I can't close lunches for them. I have been telling them that since I started back in November, and yet it's always a shock to them, and once again, I'm the fucking scapegoat for screwing another employee into staying, who and most likely, had other things to do as well.
Thank Poisedan, that I'm cutting back my hours next week. But then I curse at mighty Zeus for my fate. He can't hear me though, he's busy shooting his thunder bolts at the nearby squirrels.
For you see I wanted to work Monday thru Weds. But after a barbaric battle with the Medusa the gorgon manager. I have to labor on Weds thru Friday. Which to me isn't THAT big of a problem.
However, on Monday-Tuesday, the cool bartenders work, on those days. And I compare them to, smart savy, witty, um fun guys.
But on the rest of the week, I have to deal with the skanky bartender, who at times, is pretty cool, but that coolness, is easily taken a turn downwards, which then she the equivelant to a c___t. (hey kids fill in the blank!)
She just whines and complains about her nefearious ex-husband, and then her and the Tanned Vampire banter back and forth doing nothing but talking about who they fucked, or how Vampire needs to go back to the tan bed coffin, for another fry.
The Vampire you see, lives in a tanning bed, where she sleeps. She needs cancer to live her empty life of um, being a whore?
My windsheild wipers are out to get me.
Hmmm just sitting here at the old security, waiting for someone new to start crying about something, not even worth crying about like. (I don't like your tie, it offends me.)
Till next time.
Bluh, I'm just babballooning.
The neanderthal like managers, should know by now, that I can't close lunches for them. I have been telling them that since I started back in November, and yet it's always a shock to them, and once again, I'm the fucking scapegoat for screwing another employee into staying, who and most likely, had other things to do as well.
Thank Poisedan, that I'm cutting back my hours next week. But then I curse at mighty Zeus for my fate. He can't hear me though, he's busy shooting his thunder bolts at the nearby squirrels.
For you see I wanted to work Monday thru Weds. But after a barbaric battle with the Medusa the gorgon manager. I have to labor on Weds thru Friday. Which to me isn't THAT big of a problem.
However, on Monday-Tuesday, the cool bartenders work, on those days. And I compare them to, smart savy, witty, um fun guys.
But on the rest of the week, I have to deal with the skanky bartender, who at times, is pretty cool, but that coolness, is easily taken a turn downwards, which then she the equivelant to a c___t. (hey kids fill in the blank!)
She just whines and complains about her nefearious ex-husband, and then her and the Tanned Vampire banter back and forth doing nothing but talking about who they fucked, or how Vampire needs to go back to the tan bed coffin, for another fry.
The Vampire you see, lives in a tanning bed, where she sleeps. She needs cancer to live her empty life of um, being a whore?
My windsheild wipers are out to get me.
Hmmm just sitting here at the old security, waiting for someone new to start crying about something, not even worth crying about like. (I don't like your tie, it offends me.)
Till next time.