Old Balls
It is blustery cold as all metallic balls out. I am not speaking of male balls. I am talking about balls make out of metal, set outside, and absorbing all the coldness from the wind.
Like, steel balls.
I am starting to hate working in a nursing home. Yes, I have MANY great ideas now for a comic strip, involving those that like the pull down their pants and show their old flaps....
....I mean, that shits funny. My co workers are like "OMG PULL YOUR PANTS UP! BLAH BLAH!" but I just laugh at that stuff....and, well, say, pull your damn pants up. But still. It's pretty funny.
This one lady, who is nice as can be, insisted that I take a dual Readers Digest novel because she was done with it. She wanted me to have it. I said that I was not that big into reading. Which I am. But I didn't want to take her Readers Digest novel..... ...because I don't read that crap. Harold, the guy she sits with at dinner was like, "I don't read either!" but, alas, I took it because she really wanted me to have it and you just can't argue with an elderly person in a home. When they want you to have something, you just take it.
So far, I have accumulated the dual Readers Digest novel book, a pack of playing cards from this one old dirty bitch that calls everyone an asshole (she's hilarious), and also a glove. It's one of those cheap gloves you get at the dollar store. She showed me that she had new ones, and she wanted me to have the other because she misplaced the other.
How sweet they are.
But I hate working there, because everyone I work with is in such a bad mood all the time. My boss is an asswipe. No one cares about if our hours are cut.
And they are stressed about that, which turns them into raging bitches.
The kitchen, I may say, is 100% female.
I know most of them have kids. Actually, I am the only one that does not have kids. And they have to worry about feeding their kids and all that crap. But it's like.... "Why do you all have to be just assholes at work?"
Ya'll have a job, be happy for that at least. And your husbands work, too. So STFU.
I just hate being in a situation where I have to work with literal cunts.
at least you're not in a nursing home having to have your butt wiped by random people.
I miss humble people.
Like, steel balls.
I am starting to hate working in a nursing home. Yes, I have MANY great ideas now for a comic strip, involving those that like the pull down their pants and show their old flaps....
....I mean, that shits funny. My co workers are like "OMG PULL YOUR PANTS UP! BLAH BLAH!" but I just laugh at that stuff....and, well, say, pull your damn pants up. But still. It's pretty funny.
This one lady, who is nice as can be, insisted that I take a dual Readers Digest novel because she was done with it. She wanted me to have it. I said that I was not that big into reading. Which I am. But I didn't want to take her Readers Digest novel..... ...because I don't read that crap. Harold, the guy she sits with at dinner was like, "I don't read either!" but, alas, I took it because she really wanted me to have it and you just can't argue with an elderly person in a home. When they want you to have something, you just take it.
So far, I have accumulated the dual Readers Digest novel book, a pack of playing cards from this one old dirty bitch that calls everyone an asshole (she's hilarious), and also a glove. It's one of those cheap gloves you get at the dollar store. She showed me that she had new ones, and she wanted me to have the other because she misplaced the other.
How sweet they are.
But I hate working there, because everyone I work with is in such a bad mood all the time. My boss is an asswipe. No one cares about if our hours are cut.
And they are stressed about that, which turns them into raging bitches.
The kitchen, I may say, is 100% female.
I know most of them have kids. Actually, I am the only one that does not have kids. And they have to worry about feeding their kids and all that crap. But it's like.... "Why do you all have to be just assholes at work?"
Ya'll have a job, be happy for that at least. And your husbands work, too. So STFU.
I just hate being in a situation where I have to work with literal cunts.
at least you're not in a nursing home having to have your butt wiped by random people.
I miss humble people.