Week is almost over.
yay! I'm almost done with my late english essay (smiles with pride) and the fact that I finally understand what I'm supposed to be writting about. So finishhing it will not be so bad. And yes! i have permission from the teacher to turn it in late (smiles with even greater pride). Well, actually, my head's down. I don't like turning in late essays. But there was nothing I could do. Anyways I'll be more relieved when I actually *do* finish it and it's in the email attachment then transfered through a network of wires over to my instructor's computer, awaiting for her grading.
Work has been interesting lately. I have inherited a new nick name (for those who do not like foul language don't read.) I am now called "the little shit" by a decent sized portion of fellow co-workers. Where did this foul name come from? It's a long/short simple/complicated story but I'll tell ya anyways.
Early in the morning, I was opening, and cleaning the milk door windows on the dairy case. This old, mean, grumpy lady came up looking for milk. I greeted with a smile, and asked her if she needed any help. She asked what milk was on sale. and Lucidern(sp?) half gallons were buy 1 get 1 free. She wanted the fat free, so I found two but she wanted four, and well, there was none left on the shelf. I offered to go see if we had more, and she said "no" she wanted to go bitch to the managers because the dairy isle was so *fucked* up. After having my ears shocked, I said "have a gread day" I was thinking something else, but we won't go there :P. Anyways I continued my cleaning when she came up again and found that there was more milk (the dairy girl had loaded more with out me knowning) so the old lady grabbed more saying "ah! trying to save your as eh?" I was like "huh" (Not knowing there was any more milk" then a produce manager came over curios to what was going on. And she said "I'm ok, I got my milk, this young man must have gone to the back to get me some more" I was like *huh* and the manager said "ok" and then she was like "I came over here earlier and there was no milk, and this young man didn't offer to go to the back" and I was like "WAIT A SEC!!!! Yes I did" and she was like "YOU did NOT you little shit!!!"
well, that's the story of how I have inherited the new name "the little shit." it's not a name I particularly am fond of, but as Shakespere said. "what in a name?"
Work has been interesting lately. I have inherited a new nick name (for those who do not like foul language don't read.) I am now called "the little shit" by a decent sized portion of fellow co-workers. Where did this foul name come from? It's a long/short simple/complicated story but I'll tell ya anyways.
Early in the morning, I was opening, and cleaning the milk door windows on the dairy case. This old, mean, grumpy lady came up looking for milk. I greeted with a smile, and asked her if she needed any help. She asked what milk was on sale. and Lucidern(sp?) half gallons were buy 1 get 1 free. She wanted the fat free, so I found two but she wanted four, and well, there was none left on the shelf. I offered to go see if we had more, and she said "no" she wanted to go bitch to the managers because the dairy isle was so *fucked* up. After having my ears shocked, I said "have a gread day" I was thinking something else, but we won't go there :P. Anyways I continued my cleaning when she came up again and found that there was more milk (the dairy girl had loaded more with out me knowning) so the old lady grabbed more saying "ah! trying to save your as eh?" I was like "huh" (Not knowing there was any more milk" then a produce manager came over curios to what was going on. And she said "I'm ok, I got my milk, this young man must have gone to the back to get me some more" I was like *huh* and the manager said "ok" and then she was like "I came over here earlier and there was no milk, and this young man didn't offer to go to the back" and I was like "WAIT A SEC!!!! Yes I did" and she was like "YOU did NOT you little shit!!!"
well, that's the story of how I have inherited the new name "the little shit." it's not a name I particularly am fond of, but as Shakespere said. "what in a name?"