I work hard so people on welfare don't have to.
So.
That job seems to have bitten me in the ass. I have zero shifts next week. Which is a slight improvement over the one (3 hour long) shift I had this week.
It's not that I'm fired so much as I can't make rent and am soon to be homeless. But still I'm technically on the payroll, just without the pay part.
And sadly, I may have dragged KD down with me. (Sorry KD!). Apparently all that walking together , and screwing around and not working we did, and by that I mean going to ask the boss what he wanted us to do, since we had completed our last assignment, has gotten us on some shit list. Despite avoiding each other for the entire shift to avoid any confusion about this exact sort of thing, we have been labeled goof offs or something equally heinous. So no shifts for either of us.
Now I can't lust after Gavin, the trashy Kevin Federline rip off that I am inexplicable attracted to. Seriously, I don't get what I see in him. He's everything I don't like in a guy. Also, my super is all blaa, no more paying your rent with sexual favours and cookies:my husband has high chloresterol.
So in conclusion, I am left with ritual suicide as my only way out.
Peace y'all.
P.S. The peach crumble was actually pretty good, but next time I'll skip the nectarines and make sure to get all the peels, because both = tartness.
P.S.S. my roomie is apparently buying a groundhog. Yes, a honest to Goddess, 2 more months of winter, ground hog. No, I do not understand the appeal.
That job seems to have bitten me in the ass. I have zero shifts next week. Which is a slight improvement over the one (3 hour long) shift I had this week.
It's not that I'm fired so much as I can't make rent and am soon to be homeless. But still I'm technically on the payroll, just without the pay part.
And sadly, I may have dragged KD down with me. (Sorry KD!). Apparently all that walking together , and screwing around and not working we did, and by that I mean going to ask the boss what he wanted us to do, since we had completed our last assignment, has gotten us on some shit list. Despite avoiding each other for the entire shift to avoid any confusion about this exact sort of thing, we have been labeled goof offs or something equally heinous. So no shifts for either of us.
Now I can't lust after Gavin, the trashy Kevin Federline rip off that I am inexplicable attracted to. Seriously, I don't get what I see in him. He's everything I don't like in a guy. Also, my super is all blaa, no more paying your rent with sexual favours and cookies:my husband has high chloresterol.
So in conclusion, I am left with ritual suicide as my only way out.
Peace y'all.
P.S. The peach crumble was actually pretty good, but next time I'll skip the nectarines and make sure to get all the peels, because both = tartness.
P.S.S. my roomie is apparently buying a groundhog. Yes, a honest to Goddess, 2 more months of winter, ground hog. No, I do not understand the appeal.