Epiphany
Three things. 1) Do not talk shit about your co-workers, friends, enemies, etc. unless you can do a better job than them. Then you got the right to. 2) I feel really bad for my cat. 3) I don't remember.
Refering to 1. I was at work. Some girl (who will remain nameless, even if it doesn't really matter) was bitching about this other girl (who I will name), Nikki. Nikki, for reference, is a horrible employee, who doesn't do any work, unless it's a mandatory thing/no one else is around to do it *for* her. She even admitted to not doing anything, and making others do it for her. This is also the girl, who for three weeks, each night, complained about feeling sick so she didn't have to close. She wasn't sick. She was at the bars thirty minutes later. She also will stand at the line (entree or appetizer) and tray food up. Wrong, at that. And then she will wait for the other person to come back, and she'll tell them where to take it. Which is also wrong. Anyway, the nameless girl was bitching about her, and how she sucks and is always in the way, and went into some anecdote about Nikki. Well...the whole night I had been cleaning her tables, and doing her work for her. So...stfu. If you wanna bitch, do better than her. That's why I can bitch right now, because I worked better than you in this case.
Refering to 2. My cat had his claws out. He's in lots of pain. He's been sleeping on the dining room chair all day. He was there before I woke up at 12:00, and was there when I got home at 11:30. That's a long ass time to be sleeping there. He didn't eat till 10:30, when my mother picked him up, and set him in front of the food. He hasn't had any water all day either. He got up at about 12:00AM and walked into my mom's room, tried to jump up onto her bed, but fell. Because he has no claws. He then came into the computer room with me, and meowed. A lot. then he laid down under the desk, at my feet. And won't eat or drink. Poor Marley. :(
Refering to 3. I still don't remember. Oh well. Watch the movie Troy. It's good. Makes me wish I could fight like Hector, or Achilles. One arrow in his tendon, and then five in his chest. ANd Achilles *still* got up. Walked. And was about to stab the guy who shot him. But, he got shot again. Then pulled the arrows out, and kneeled down. wtf. Badass. Even though it wouldn't happen, probably...that's badass. Never know. Spartans were god damned hardcore warriors.
Refering to 1. I was at work. Some girl (who will remain nameless, even if it doesn't really matter) was bitching about this other girl (who I will name), Nikki. Nikki, for reference, is a horrible employee, who doesn't do any work, unless it's a mandatory thing/no one else is around to do it *for* her. She even admitted to not doing anything, and making others do it for her. This is also the girl, who for three weeks, each night, complained about feeling sick so she didn't have to close. She wasn't sick. She was at the bars thirty minutes later. She also will stand at the line (entree or appetizer) and tray food up. Wrong, at that. And then she will wait for the other person to come back, and she'll tell them where to take it. Which is also wrong. Anyway, the nameless girl was bitching about her, and how she sucks and is always in the way, and went into some anecdote about Nikki. Well...the whole night I had been cleaning her tables, and doing her work for her. So...stfu. If you wanna bitch, do better than her. That's why I can bitch right now, because I worked better than you in this case.
Refering to 2. My cat had his claws out. He's in lots of pain. He's been sleeping on the dining room chair all day. He was there before I woke up at 12:00, and was there when I got home at 11:30. That's a long ass time to be sleeping there. He didn't eat till 10:30, when my mother picked him up, and set him in front of the food. He hasn't had any water all day either. He got up at about 12:00AM and walked into my mom's room, tried to jump up onto her bed, but fell. Because he has no claws. He then came into the computer room with me, and meowed. A lot. then he laid down under the desk, at my feet. And won't eat or drink. Poor Marley. :(
Refering to 3. I still don't remember. Oh well. Watch the movie Troy. It's good. Makes me wish I could fight like Hector, or Achilles. One arrow in his tendon, and then five in his chest. ANd Achilles *still* got up. Walked. And was about to stab the guy who shot him. But, he got shot again. Then pulled the arrows out, and kneeled down. wtf. Badass. Even though it wouldn't happen, probably...that's badass. Never know. Spartans were god damned hardcore warriors.