Overload
Things can sure change in the blink of an eye. It's a good thing that my constant remains the same; that is, the longevity of the wonderous effects from the Happy Pill(TM). First off, I guess I'll touch on the job situation. The new job absolutely rocks; it's everything that I have been pouring over for the past 3 years. I finally found a place that will pay me to do what I LOVE to do. Now I just need to gain some time and experience all the while absorbing the flood of information being shat out in an overflowing downpour. It's a great feeling.
Wireless Retail was an uncomfortable departure, to say the least; and I really wish things hadn't gone down the way they had. It's too bad that Carl really never had the *whole* story about who/what/when/where as far as the "let's find a good alibi, or rather, copout, for telling Kenny's future employer that he was terminated from his previous job" Newsflash, Carl. I never said a word to human resources. Check with the other hundred employees over at the office that know of what you did; many of whom knew BEFORE I even knew about you squawking to Brandon. People talk, especially when you go bragging about telling on me. Don't go stepping in a potent pile of dog shit and expect the smell not to disperse among those who roam alongside you. Word spreads fast. And for those others tuned in, please make a note of "Bad Idea To Do When You Hold A Management Position". Don't make verbal threats, especailly concerning your job, to people who 1)never actually DID anything wrong in the first place and 2) used to work under you as their direct supervisor. I've filed a police report, and will be kicking out a restraining order if I hear another word from him. I love having the upper hand in situations involving dumb criminals. :)
Now onto the real mess of this post. Girls, girls, girls. Just like the Beastie Boys always said, "all I really want is girls". But then again, I'm not so sure. Ugh, they can be so nice to have around, but oh such a fucking pain in the ass. I went to Kansas to meet Jennifer this past week, and when I got back I contacted Stephanie. Hell, I hadn't talked to her in almost a week and frankly, I missed the girl. What can I say? Anyway, she told me that she had met and fallen in love with some friggin' virgin kid over the week that I was gone. Not sure quite how you teeny-boppers always seem to go from not even knowing someone's name to being in love with them 3 or whatever the fuck amount of days later, but really, it blows my mind. So anyway, whatever. The classic "I still wanna be your friend". Yeah, and I still wanna stick my cock in your ass. There. We're even. Another one bites the dust.
Tell you about the trip to Kansas later. I'm off to the bar.
Wireless Retail was an uncomfortable departure, to say the least; and I really wish things hadn't gone down the way they had. It's too bad that Carl really never had the *whole* story about who/what/when/where as far as the "let's find a good alibi, or rather, copout, for telling Kenny's future employer that he was terminated from his previous job" Newsflash, Carl. I never said a word to human resources. Check with the other hundred employees over at the office that know of what you did; many of whom knew BEFORE I even knew about you squawking to Brandon. People talk, especially when you go bragging about telling on me. Don't go stepping in a potent pile of dog shit and expect the smell not to disperse among those who roam alongside you. Word spreads fast. And for those others tuned in, please make a note of "Bad Idea To Do When You Hold A Management Position". Don't make verbal threats, especailly concerning your job, to people who 1)never actually DID anything wrong in the first place and 2) used to work under you as their direct supervisor. I've filed a police report, and will be kicking out a restraining order if I hear another word from him. I love having the upper hand in situations involving dumb criminals. :)
Now onto the real mess of this post. Girls, girls, girls. Just like the Beastie Boys always said, "all I really want is girls". But then again, I'm not so sure. Ugh, they can be so nice to have around, but oh such a fucking pain in the ass. I went to Kansas to meet Jennifer this past week, and when I got back I contacted Stephanie. Hell, I hadn't talked to her in almost a week and frankly, I missed the girl. What can I say? Anyway, she told me that she had met and fallen in love with some friggin' virgin kid over the week that I was gone. Not sure quite how you teeny-boppers always seem to go from not even knowing someone's name to being in love with them 3 or whatever the fuck amount of days later, but really, it blows my mind. So anyway, whatever. The classic "I still wanna be your friend". Yeah, and I still wanna stick my cock in your ass. There. We're even. Another one bites the dust.
Tell you about the trip to Kansas later. I'm off to the bar.