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So, I have work at a lovely hour this Sunday morning--9 in the fucking morning! In high school, I used to be able to get up at 5 a.m. without skipping a beat. Now, two years later, I'm lucky if I can pull myself out of bed at 8!
I also have work at 7:30 a.m. on Thursday. I'm going to be one little ray of sunshine that day!
It won't be all bad today. I'm working with Aric and Brian, as apposed to Aric and Stephanie. If there is one person that has really gotten on my bad side at work, it's Stephanie. She's annoying and thinks she knows better than everyone. I hate when people try to tell me that My Chemical Romance is right up there with Bad Religion talent-wise.
If there is one sure-fire way to get on my bad side, it's to compare Bad Religion to some popular shit emo band. I think I liked My Chemical Romance for all of five miutes before the magic wore off (and someone brought me to my senses with an uzi). I mean, come now. I have the Crossbuster tattooed on my arm, I'd say I'm pretty set on BR being one of the best bands ever. Why on EARTH would you try to tell me some shitty band is on their level?
When Bob tries to convince me that Propagandhi is lyrically on the same level as BR, I agree. Why? Because Bob doesn't listen to shit music. Ridiculous? Maybe. Shitty? Definitely not.
Onto another coworker I do not like--Celeta. She is the laziest sack of shit I know. She stands there and does nothing for like an hour, so I ask her to do something and she looks offended. Like "how DARE you ask me to do work at my job!"
Yesterday she cause a great big mess at work. She decided to switch shifts with Brian without telling him. So he was supposed to be there at 9:30 a.m. instead of 4 p.m. So he got a call at 10:30, "why aren't you here?" and he's all "whaaaaa?" with the big anime eyes and the sweat drop.
I show up at 4:30 and he's practically hyperventilating because she's so pissed. Why? Celeta didn't show at 4, but instead 4:45. Wonderful. Somehow, I managed to get people's butts moving so I could go home at 8, as planned. I call it nothing short of a miracle. Seriously.
Today, Stephanie asked Brian to take her shift or something of the sort. He's coming in at 10:30 or something, but that means dear Aric will be alone there from 6:30 this morning until I ge there at 9. Oh. He's gonna be pleasant!
I love Maureen, really. She promises me 40 hours and I get 24. Yep. 'Cause I can live on that! Well, enough ranting about how my manager sucks at making schedules. I'm off to go work. 9 to 5:30. Then home to nap. Then at 8 I'm going somewhere with Bob. Guh...
I also have work at 7:30 a.m. on Thursday. I'm going to be one little ray of sunshine that day!
It won't be all bad today. I'm working with Aric and Brian, as apposed to Aric and Stephanie. If there is one person that has really gotten on my bad side at work, it's Stephanie. She's annoying and thinks she knows better than everyone. I hate when people try to tell me that My Chemical Romance is right up there with Bad Religion talent-wise.
If there is one sure-fire way to get on my bad side, it's to compare Bad Religion to some popular shit emo band. I think I liked My Chemical Romance for all of five miutes before the magic wore off (and someone brought me to my senses with an uzi). I mean, come now. I have the Crossbuster tattooed on my arm, I'd say I'm pretty set on BR being one of the best bands ever. Why on EARTH would you try to tell me some shitty band is on their level?
When Bob tries to convince me that Propagandhi is lyrically on the same level as BR, I agree. Why? Because Bob doesn't listen to shit music. Ridiculous? Maybe. Shitty? Definitely not.
Onto another coworker I do not like--Celeta. She is the laziest sack of shit I know. She stands there and does nothing for like an hour, so I ask her to do something and she looks offended. Like "how DARE you ask me to do work at my job!"
Yesterday she cause a great big mess at work. She decided to switch shifts with Brian without telling him. So he was supposed to be there at 9:30 a.m. instead of 4 p.m. So he got a call at 10:30, "why aren't you here?" and he's all "whaaaaa?" with the big anime eyes and the sweat drop.
I show up at 4:30 and he's practically hyperventilating because she's so pissed. Why? Celeta didn't show at 4, but instead 4:45. Wonderful. Somehow, I managed to get people's butts moving so I could go home at 8, as planned. I call it nothing short of a miracle. Seriously.
Today, Stephanie asked Brian to take her shift or something of the sort. He's coming in at 10:30 or something, but that means dear Aric will be alone there from 6:30 this morning until I ge there at 9. Oh. He's gonna be pleasant!
I love Maureen, really. She promises me 40 hours and I get 24. Yep. 'Cause I can live on that! Well, enough ranting about how my manager sucks at making schedules. I'm off to go work. 9 to 5:30. Then home to nap. Then at 8 I'm going somewhere with Bob. Guh...