Yo BYOTCH, you fugly slut!
I told myself I wasn't going to make this long because I am dreadfully tired and have to get up at 6:45 in the am tomorrow for work... blah. I may be getting a dollar raise, but I heard that from someone who heard it from someone else who heard it from his cousin who heard it from his dog groomer's supervisor's uncle's hair stylist's wife. So I doubt it's true :-/ Everyone at work is going to get $150 extra for the holidays if they reach their goal of so many customers and whatnot, but there's one stipulation: seasonal workers don't get the bonus. Seasonal workers my white ass. I'm a worker just the same, and I'm trying hard to get these tardos to get their papers over so we can give them loans, and then that's another point for us... or shall I say for the people who are going to receive the bonus in the end. I talked to Jesus Hernandez today.. well actually I talked to his wife - she wouldn't give him the phone. I think she thought I was his bitch, and I'm not allowed to tell her the name of the company, just that it's a personal business call. Haha woops. Anyways, enough about work. First I'm stressing about finals, then about what to bring when I come home (which I already forgot 47 things), and now about work... It never ends. Now I'm stressing because the pants I bought a couple weeks ago that were a teeny bit too big... are TIGHT. Eff being sexy, I'm going to be fat and happy and I'm not going to care what America thinks about it... well maybe just a little. (Don't look at me) But I am beautiful, no matter what they say... woooooords can't bring mmmmmmeee down. No no no no -- it's a "Mean Girls" reference. Nevertheless, I am glad to be home. I feel so free, even though I'm not down in lex town living on my own, or just w/ a roomate. I love you Leah! But I miss everyone here - Candice, Megan, Gina, Madeline, Ashley... I even miss Ben.... also, the coffee shop crew, the ppl at work, and of course, Pat, and the members of my immediate family. But I don't miss credit card bills. There's a big one under my nose right now, and it's staring at me. IT's saying "you bastard, give me your wallet. You ugly wench, stop procrastinating and send over the check!" What-e-ver. So what ch'yall got planned for this Christmas season? Any big New Year's parties? Holler at me!!! (which reminds me of another work story. I called this lady today on her cell phone and got her voice mail - it was really ghetto though, and I had to leave this sophisticated message. I felt so fake. Her message was something along the lines of "hey y'all bitches, you know who dis' be already. Holla' at me g mommas" or something stupid like that, and then I was like "Hi LaShondra Thomas, my name is Tracy, I'm calling on behalf of County Bank and we have received your internet inquiry from this morning...". I wanted to be like "yo bitch, hit me up at this number, big momma!") --- by the way. I think that was the longest parenthetical phrase EVER!