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waiting for steven to get home. then we get to clean and pack up the entire house!
btw dana, the dishes/kitchen have already returned to the state they were in when you came and cleaned for us. steven gets to do them now. :)
i'm not even really sure we will GET to move in cuz this whole rental application screening whateverthefuck thing confuses me so i don't know how probable it is that we fail it. or whatever. don't have the results back yet.
a bunch of drama is going on at work. i'm involved in all of it somehow hahaha.. first off the $531 of mine being stolen out of my purse and caught on camera. then some minor things, and then today i took back my visor from this one guy that was wearing it who insisted it was his, but it was mine. i wouldn't give it back. he threatened to slap me and followed me all around the store trying to take my purse and jacket, and visor, and refused to stop following me and go slice tomatoes or something. i said i was gonna tell. he said to go ahead. so i called my manager, and in my best whiny voice, said "hazem, shadhi won't leave me alone. he keeps saying he's gonna slap me and is following me around and won't work." hazem: "SLAP you?! what?? why?!" me: "i won't give him back my visor i took." hazem: "let me talk to him." i give shadhi the phone and make some sandwiches. i guess hazem basically told him he didn't care and to leave me alone, cuz shadhi gathers his things and leaves all angrily, but not before spitting at me. ew. nobody has ever spit at me before. besides like, my brother. he didn't get my face though. so i tell hazem that he spit on me and he was like, "oh that little jerk i'm gonna have so much fun firing him" and so that would be the second person that has been fired because of something to do with me. nyahh.
oh god and this whole other thing happened today with some crackhead and steven's armani sunglasses that he dropped on a bus and i saw on this homeless guys head like 10 minutes later and we screamed at each other about it (me and the crackhead) in subway for awhile and then the cops came and are trying to recover my glasses. i mean steven's glasses. sadly i doubt they ever will be recovered. but. this crackhead is well known around pike place and will get his. oh and he left his heroin in subway. maybe i should say junkie then. blah i don't care. fucking druggies.
i hate people now too.
the past couple nights ive been looking for a kitten. we've decided we want an exotic cat, a big one. BIG KITTY! i want a savannah. they are expensive little things but look well worth it. i want one. we have a $1000 budget for this kitten, including shipping. every single one ive seen that we can afford, i want. i ask steven, "this one? this one? ohh, THIS one?!?" and he says no to every one. he wants a sexy cat. i don't pick sexy enough cats i guess. he wants the $3500 ones. that is SO like him. i just want a big sweet one with a cute face.
omfg i've been seeing the cutest puppies out and about lately. the other day i saw a teeeeny weeeeeny wittle pit bull. EEEE!! outside of the mcd's on like.. 3rd and pine or 3rd and university or something. the poor little thing, SWEETESTTTT WITTLE THING EVER, was chaperoned by two dirty looking ghetto nigger girls. when i asked if i could pet the wee thing, they rolled their eyes and were like "i dun curr" . poor little baby. then today, after work, i saw a liiiiiittle baby lab/bull mastiff SWEET AS CAN BE, at the coffee shop next door to subway, and he was being led along by a dirty, homeless looking mexican! what's going on here? why can't i have an adorable little dog? i'm not dirty, and i'm white :( and i have money. and i would love them more than they do. and i would appreciate a puppy more. it's just not fair.
i made like $7 in tips today. that's decent for subway.
oh shit i should get a fat paycheck on monday, i should have like 86 or so hours on it. whee! AND i get 2 more paychecks after that for the month of may, and steven gets two more, AND he gets like a 700 dollar tax return in may too. whoopee.
btw dana, the dishes/kitchen have already returned to the state they were in when you came and cleaned for us. steven gets to do them now. :)
i'm not even really sure we will GET to move in cuz this whole rental application screening whateverthefuck thing confuses me so i don't know how probable it is that we fail it. or whatever. don't have the results back yet.
a bunch of drama is going on at work. i'm involved in all of it somehow hahaha.. first off the $531 of mine being stolen out of my purse and caught on camera. then some minor things, and then today i took back my visor from this one guy that was wearing it who insisted it was his, but it was mine. i wouldn't give it back. he threatened to slap me and followed me all around the store trying to take my purse and jacket, and visor, and refused to stop following me and go slice tomatoes or something. i said i was gonna tell. he said to go ahead. so i called my manager, and in my best whiny voice, said "hazem, shadhi won't leave me alone. he keeps saying he's gonna slap me and is following me around and won't work." hazem: "SLAP you?! what?? why?!" me: "i won't give him back my visor i took." hazem: "let me talk to him." i give shadhi the phone and make some sandwiches. i guess hazem basically told him he didn't care and to leave me alone, cuz shadhi gathers his things and leaves all angrily, but not before spitting at me. ew. nobody has ever spit at me before. besides like, my brother. he didn't get my face though. so i tell hazem that he spit on me and he was like, "oh that little jerk i'm gonna have so much fun firing him" and so that would be the second person that has been fired because of something to do with me. nyahh.
oh god and this whole other thing happened today with some crackhead and steven's armani sunglasses that he dropped on a bus and i saw on this homeless guys head like 10 minutes later and we screamed at each other about it (me and the crackhead) in subway for awhile and then the cops came and are trying to recover my glasses. i mean steven's glasses. sadly i doubt they ever will be recovered. but. this crackhead is well known around pike place and will get his. oh and he left his heroin in subway. maybe i should say junkie then. blah i don't care. fucking druggies.
i hate people now too.
the past couple nights ive been looking for a kitten. we've decided we want an exotic cat, a big one. BIG KITTY! i want a savannah. they are expensive little things but look well worth it. i want one. we have a $1000 budget for this kitten, including shipping. every single one ive seen that we can afford, i want. i ask steven, "this one? this one? ohh, THIS one?!?" and he says no to every one. he wants a sexy cat. i don't pick sexy enough cats i guess. he wants the $3500 ones. that is SO like him. i just want a big sweet one with a cute face.
omfg i've been seeing the cutest puppies out and about lately. the other day i saw a teeeeny weeeeeny wittle pit bull. EEEE!! outside of the mcd's on like.. 3rd and pine or 3rd and university or something. the poor little thing, SWEETESTTTT WITTLE THING EVER, was chaperoned by two dirty looking ghetto nigger girls. when i asked if i could pet the wee thing, they rolled their eyes and were like "i dun curr" . poor little baby. then today, after work, i saw a liiiiiittle baby lab/bull mastiff SWEET AS CAN BE, at the coffee shop next door to subway, and he was being led along by a dirty, homeless looking mexican! what's going on here? why can't i have an adorable little dog? i'm not dirty, and i'm white :( and i have money. and i would love them more than they do. and i would appreciate a puppy more. it's just not fair.
i made like $7 in tips today. that's decent for subway.
oh shit i should get a fat paycheck on monday, i should have like 86 or so hours on it. whee! AND i get 2 more paychecks after that for the month of may, and steven gets two more, AND he gets like a 700 dollar tax return in may too. whoopee.