State of Indiana, County of Godforsaken Cesspit: In Re the Matter of Wang Xi-feng Vs. Lol-Mart
One word: PWNT.
They had me scheduled to work 5:30 to 11:00, in the evening, on Thanksgiving Day, and then expected me to be in at 4:45 a.m. on Black Friday morning. I am sorry (Lee said in a way that implied that she felt no scrap of remorse in her dank, reeking soul), but the Lords of Low Prices do not boss Madame Lee around, even if they are paying her to hie her pasty Slavic ass to a register and pretend to perform meaningful work. They particularly do not boss her around if they are not going to give her 40 hours a week and a living wage.
So, long story short, it was made known unto the incessantly-fetishized management at the House of Wal that this situation was not pleasing unto me, and thus did I obtain a schedule change. I still have to be in at 4:45 a.m. on Black Friday morning, but who cares because THANKSGIVING DAY GET. :D
I did contemplate using this space to announce I HAVE HAD A FUCKING BAD DAY CAN I CRASH AT YOUR PLACE NEXT WEEK, on account of I have 3 days off instead of the usual 2, but then I realized I have an appointment on Tuesday that it's probably not a good idea to cancel and then this needs to be done and that needs to be done, &c&c. Also, my day turned out to not be that fucking bad. However! I should still like to crash at your place sometime mutually agreeable (good luck, since I work retail hours and most of y'all don't), if you would like to have me.
(I'm mainly addressing Indiana party people, though party people in neighboring states would also be awesome. Unfortunately I don't have the wherewithal to visit party people in non-neighboring states...YET. Bwahahaha.)
Pants update: Still fixated. Should probably take measurements or something.
Poem update: Cut out all the classical allusions and now have a peripherally workable beginning which reads considerably less like I once read Breyten Breytenbach's "Oubaas" (which I did). There is nothing new under the sun.
Self-help lol l33 is a w33n update: Uh, I'm thinking about possibly making an opt-in filter for yapping about my dumb feelings and posting some of the stuff I'm doing, if anybody wants to read it. If not, I'm not about to get all butthurt over it.
They had me scheduled to work 5:30 to 11:00, in the evening, on Thanksgiving Day, and then expected me to be in at 4:45 a.m. on Black Friday morning. I am sorry (Lee said in a way that implied that she felt no scrap of remorse in her dank, reeking soul), but the Lords of Low Prices do not boss Madame Lee around, even if they are paying her to hie her pasty Slavic ass to a register and pretend to perform meaningful work. They particularly do not boss her around if they are not going to give her 40 hours a week and a living wage.
So, long story short, it was made known unto the incessantly-fetishized management at the House of Wal that this situation was not pleasing unto me, and thus did I obtain a schedule change. I still have to be in at 4:45 a.m. on Black Friday morning, but who cares because THANKSGIVING DAY GET. :D
I did contemplate using this space to announce I HAVE HAD A FUCKING BAD DAY CAN I CRASH AT YOUR PLACE NEXT WEEK, on account of I have 3 days off instead of the usual 2, but then I realized I have an appointment on Tuesday that it's probably not a good idea to cancel and then this needs to be done and that needs to be done, &c&c. Also, my day turned out to not be that fucking bad. However! I should still like to crash at your place sometime mutually agreeable (good luck, since I work retail hours and most of y'all don't), if you would like to have me.
(I'm mainly addressing Indiana party people, though party people in neighboring states would also be awesome. Unfortunately I don't have the wherewithal to visit party people in non-neighboring states...YET. Bwahahaha.)
Pants update: Still fixated. Should probably take measurements or something.
Poem update: Cut out all the classical allusions and now have a peripherally workable beginning which reads considerably less like I once read Breyten Breytenbach's "Oubaas" (which I did). There is nothing new under the sun.
Self-help lol l33 is a w33n update: Uh, I'm thinking about possibly making an opt-in filter for yapping about my dumb feelings and posting some of the stuff I'm doing, if anybody wants to read it. If not, I'm not about to get all butthurt over it.