And We're Back!
Right, so I’m back and I have a shiny new MacBook to be able to work on. His name is Eric and I love him. He was my Yule present I brought myself me from the money from Grandpa Rayburn. He did his annual trust fund bit. I got about $12,000 in stock for Johnson & Johnson and a check for $3,000. So I was able to pay for school and my new pretty. I is a happy Gir, my pictures look pretty on Eric.
My holidays were my normal, meaning they sucked. I showed my annual Chandler appreciation for Thanksgiving, I hate that bloody holiday. Christmas has got to be one of the most uncomfortable times of the year for me. I have to be with all this family and people that I have next to no concern for. I get to be some fucked up fake version of me for because if I even revealed some bit of truth, hell would rain doom, terror, and fire upon all the masses. And it’s a fricken Fundie holiday, I’m Pagan you fucktards.
Pretty much what I got was just basic shit I needed for the apartment. The things I got that I liked the most were two things. Shae got me my Lorax book for Yule because she is just the shiny shit and at least she gets why that damn story means so damn much to me. And my parents gave me my fish tank. I like my tank, it’s a fish tank, but it was kinda disappointing. My mom told me to think of something I wanted that was about $70-$80 bucks for my big present. So, I found this kick ass fish tank for about $75, it had the net, heater, nice filter, all that shit, it was perfect. I brought her to the Petsmart literally pointed at it, and said ‘THAT ONE’. So, what did I get? I got the $25 dollar, no net, not even food, just a glass box with a lid and shit filter from Wal-Mart. It was just kinda crappy. I know I’m an asshole for bitching but it makes me feel like shit when my mom pulls shit like that on me. Don’t tell me to tell you what I want and make me all happy thinking I’m gonna get it when you are just gonna go ruin it like that, it’s fucked up. And to make it worse, she had gotten my sister this basic toaster at work, the two slot kind, because Jessie said she needed one. Well about a month after she brought it Jessie said the kind she wants is the $20 more four slot wide bagel sized one. So Christmas morning what happens, Jessie gets super toaster and my mom regifted me the small one, even though I watched her buy it for Jessie. Seriously, I hate my family.
But in better news, work is going awesome. Frank has just been so much better since we got our new Assistant Manager Ashley B and I think this chick is awesome. She works with you and she is just nicer and she appreciates your work and thanks you and compliments you on it. It’s just so much easier and fun when your boss is like that. It makes you want to work more and it makes it seem less like work. Ashley B already told me I’m her favorite cashier because I am willing to work and I show that I care about what I do and I that I care about the store and I don’t treat my work as just another minimum wage job. She treats me like one of the other Keys and not just a cashier because she knows I’m just as good as one and I know the store and the work enough to be one. It makes me feel all good and special. She always calls me Ducky though, which I’m fine with, I just find it odd. Angie, aka Babyzilla, is still preggers, she is due April and she is finally having a girl. One of the advantages of working with your knocked up cousin who is bitchy when she’s working is this bit of conversation between me, her and Marcus:
Me- (To the tune of Baby Beluga) Babyzilla in the big blue vest! Babyzilla her bitching is the best!
Angie- Mandy, no, I will not have a theme song!
Marcus- (To Me) You’re a fucking asshole dude, that was great.
Angie- Marcus shut the fuck up, it’s Mandy, she doesn’t need encouragement!
School should be good this semester, none of my classes seem like I’ll be lsot in them and I think even the math one is going to go well. Mythology is the shit though. This guy is going to be awesome and finally a class where people talk about Pagan shit and it doesn’t consists of that Salem Witch trial crap! Bartending should be awesome too. I am figuring out something though. It started last semester but I figured it was just because I was new to The Group and it was some weird initiation. But no, it’s even more this semester. I’m cute apparently and I’m apparently good at being cute too. All the cute little gay girls in The Group all like to hug me and say hi and cuddle with me in the lounge and I’m like some lesbian playboy pimp. It was a Chandler Revelation, ‘Am I Sexy In Oklahoma!?’ So does me not being so fat anymore make me cute? And am I really like charming and shit? This is a new discovered power, it is fun. I’m cute, all the little lesbians think I’m cute. And apparently when you don’t know your cute, they think it’s cuter. Why, what is so amusing about that? I know I’m sarcastic but I didn’t know being funny could be this good of a thing. I must further investigate my new found abilities!
I’ll be back, don’t start greasing that pig without me!
My holidays were my normal, meaning they sucked. I showed my annual Chandler appreciation for Thanksgiving, I hate that bloody holiday. Christmas has got to be one of the most uncomfortable times of the year for me. I have to be with all this family and people that I have next to no concern for. I get to be some fucked up fake version of me for because if I even revealed some bit of truth, hell would rain doom, terror, and fire upon all the masses. And it’s a fricken Fundie holiday, I’m Pagan you fucktards.
Pretty much what I got was just basic shit I needed for the apartment. The things I got that I liked the most were two things. Shae got me my Lorax book for Yule because she is just the shiny shit and at least she gets why that damn story means so damn much to me. And my parents gave me my fish tank. I like my tank, it’s a fish tank, but it was kinda disappointing. My mom told me to think of something I wanted that was about $70-$80 bucks for my big present. So, I found this kick ass fish tank for about $75, it had the net, heater, nice filter, all that shit, it was perfect. I brought her to the Petsmart literally pointed at it, and said ‘THAT ONE’. So, what did I get? I got the $25 dollar, no net, not even food, just a glass box with a lid and shit filter from Wal-Mart. It was just kinda crappy. I know I’m an asshole for bitching but it makes me feel like shit when my mom pulls shit like that on me. Don’t tell me to tell you what I want and make me all happy thinking I’m gonna get it when you are just gonna go ruin it like that, it’s fucked up. And to make it worse, she had gotten my sister this basic toaster at work, the two slot kind, because Jessie said she needed one. Well about a month after she brought it Jessie said the kind she wants is the $20 more four slot wide bagel sized one. So Christmas morning what happens, Jessie gets super toaster and my mom regifted me the small one, even though I watched her buy it for Jessie. Seriously, I hate my family.
But in better news, work is going awesome. Frank has just been so much better since we got our new Assistant Manager Ashley B and I think this chick is awesome. She works with you and she is just nicer and she appreciates your work and thanks you and compliments you on it. It’s just so much easier and fun when your boss is like that. It makes you want to work more and it makes it seem less like work. Ashley B already told me I’m her favorite cashier because I am willing to work and I show that I care about what I do and I that I care about the store and I don’t treat my work as just another minimum wage job. She treats me like one of the other Keys and not just a cashier because she knows I’m just as good as one and I know the store and the work enough to be one. It makes me feel all good and special. She always calls me Ducky though, which I’m fine with, I just find it odd. Angie, aka Babyzilla, is still preggers, she is due April and she is finally having a girl. One of the advantages of working with your knocked up cousin who is bitchy when she’s working is this bit of conversation between me, her and Marcus:
Me- (To the tune of Baby Beluga) Babyzilla in the big blue vest! Babyzilla her bitching is the best!
Angie- Mandy, no, I will not have a theme song!
Marcus- (To Me) You’re a fucking asshole dude, that was great.
Angie- Marcus shut the fuck up, it’s Mandy, she doesn’t need encouragement!
School should be good this semester, none of my classes seem like I’ll be lsot in them and I think even the math one is going to go well. Mythology is the shit though. This guy is going to be awesome and finally a class where people talk about Pagan shit and it doesn’t consists of that Salem Witch trial crap! Bartending should be awesome too. I am figuring out something though. It started last semester but I figured it was just because I was new to The Group and it was some weird initiation. But no, it’s even more this semester. I’m cute apparently and I’m apparently good at being cute too. All the cute little gay girls in The Group all like to hug me and say hi and cuddle with me in the lounge and I’m like some lesbian playboy pimp. It was a Chandler Revelation, ‘Am I Sexy In Oklahoma!?’ So does me not being so fat anymore make me cute? And am I really like charming and shit? This is a new discovered power, it is fun. I’m cute, all the little lesbians think I’m cute. And apparently when you don’t know your cute, they think it’s cuter. Why, what is so amusing about that? I know I’m sarcastic but I didn’t know being funny could be this good of a thing. I must further investigate my new found abilities!
I’ll be back, don’t start greasing that pig without me!