Quote of the Week #23
Remember to recycle your cans and bottles, eh? You can do your bit too, you know.
- Cat Face
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Bloody hating my mother right now. She gets on my case when I don't answer my phone, even if I can't answer it. Like I'm at work or in class. Or like on Friday, in the dentist's chair getting fillings.
So tonight when I got off work I called home. Three times. And called everyone's cell phone (except Hudson's since that scumbag waiter stole his iPhone) in an attempt to contact someone for a ride home. She didn't call back my work until 20 minutes later, knowing full well that (1) if I call from the work phone that means I don't have my cell, (2) I never call from work with any phone unless it's either an emergency or time to go home, and (3) unless I'm working with Wendy, the chances of me working with anyone who doesn't just drive home are nil. She knew what time I was supposed to be off work, she knew I had an assignment to finish once I got home.
Like hell I'm going to make the shift supervisor wait an extra hour for his bus home, just because mom didn't want to pick up her cell; of course I'm going to be out the door soon after I call home! So assuming that mom even saw that I called, I waited there for an hour for my ride, only to find no one. I bus home and get an earful when I call her from home, saying that apparently it's my fault that she didn't feel like picking up and at the same time failed to remember that Sherry's phone call from work = need ride nao.
Well fuck you too! What took the cake is that you tried to guilt me afterward by claiming that you bought me a new cell phone and I should be glad you thought of me. Well clearly you weren't, because not only did you deliberately ignore me, but also anything resembling this "gift" you claim to have purchased does not exist. So you can shove your imaginary phone up your cunt and leave me the fuck alone, k?
- Cat Face
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Bloody hating my mother right now. She gets on my case when I don't answer my phone, even if I can't answer it. Like I'm at work or in class. Or like on Friday, in the dentist's chair getting fillings.
So tonight when I got off work I called home. Three times. And called everyone's cell phone (except Hudson's since that scumbag waiter stole his iPhone) in an attempt to contact someone for a ride home. She didn't call back my work until 20 minutes later, knowing full well that (1) if I call from the work phone that means I don't have my cell, (2) I never call from work with any phone unless it's either an emergency or time to go home, and (3) unless I'm working with Wendy, the chances of me working with anyone who doesn't just drive home are nil. She knew what time I was supposed to be off work, she knew I had an assignment to finish once I got home.
Like hell I'm going to make the shift supervisor wait an extra hour for his bus home, just because mom didn't want to pick up her cell; of course I'm going to be out the door soon after I call home! So assuming that mom even saw that I called, I waited there for an hour for my ride, only to find no one. I bus home and get an earful when I call her from home, saying that apparently it's my fault that she didn't feel like picking up and at the same time failed to remember that Sherry's phone call from work = need ride nao.
Well fuck you too! What took the cake is that you tried to guilt me afterward by claiming that you bought me a new cell phone and I should be glad you thought of me. Well clearly you weren't, because not only did you deliberately ignore me, but also anything resembling this "gift" you claim to have purchased does not exist. So you can shove your imaginary phone up your cunt and leave me the fuck alone, k?