Holy crap, really?
Has it really been that long since my last post? I am the eternal slacker. ^_^
School has started up again. Each class works with me but unfortunately, work does not at the moment. If they don't pull their heads out of their asses, I might not look like such the awkward pain that skulks about the place. What really frosts my cookies is the new operations manager. The movements that he's spearheaded so far has been to covertly punish me under the guise of re-training and to quietly name names during the cashiers' meeting last Sunday. This guy has seriously fucked with me and he doesn't even call me by my name. He calls me "young lady" like I'm six years old. If there's one thing I absolutely cannot stand is patronization and being talked down to by people. Vivian got away with it but I'll be damned if I let this jack-off do it. At least call me by my name if you're going to completely derail my opinion or ignore me, you balding douchebag!
Chris, thank God, is still the apple of my eye. How in the hell does he put up with me? When I'm not stressed as all hell, I'm sleeping or making him pay for shit. That's love, I guess. I gotta check that steak rub list for him, he deserves a good meal from me, 'cause I sure as hell don't deserve him.
Tony's birthday was yesterday. My birthday card made him cry. I wrote in lyrics from a song that was in an old Raggedy Ann and Andy special that was very dear to me. I recently rediscovered it and part of one song fit so well with us and the whole pain of the divorce. We hugged. ^_^ I adore my Anthony.
Class starts in a few. Laters!!
*~Gratis Dementia~*
School has started up again. Each class works with me but unfortunately, work does not at the moment. If they don't pull their heads out of their asses, I might not look like such the awkward pain that skulks about the place. What really frosts my cookies is the new operations manager. The movements that he's spearheaded so far has been to covertly punish me under the guise of re-training and to quietly name names during the cashiers' meeting last Sunday. This guy has seriously fucked with me and he doesn't even call me by my name. He calls me "young lady" like I'm six years old. If there's one thing I absolutely cannot stand is patronization and being talked down to by people. Vivian got away with it but I'll be damned if I let this jack-off do it. At least call me by my name if you're going to completely derail my opinion or ignore me, you balding douchebag!
Chris, thank God, is still the apple of my eye. How in the hell does he put up with me? When I'm not stressed as all hell, I'm sleeping or making him pay for shit. That's love, I guess. I gotta check that steak rub list for him, he deserves a good meal from me, 'cause I sure as hell don't deserve him.
Tony's birthday was yesterday. My birthday card made him cry. I wrote in lyrics from a song that was in an old Raggedy Ann and Andy special that was very dear to me. I recently rediscovered it and part of one song fit so well with us and the whole pain of the divorce. We hugged. ^_^ I adore my Anthony.
Class starts in a few. Laters!!
*~Gratis Dementia~*