Job
Well, I got a call from my mom at the bar last night. It seems the owner of the bar asked why I hadn't handed in a job application. I calmly explained that I did indeed hand one in...to Joette. It seems she conveniently misplaced my application. Mhmm Now I see why they're getting rid of her. She's being a bitch. She knows I have 3 kids to take care of, she's just afriad of losing her second job. Which mind you she doesn't need, she works at the fucking State Hospital as a Psych Tech. Ah well. I am filling out another and handing it right to Gary this time, or LeSalle. Well, I'll be a relief Bartender until they get rid of her ass. So yeah, I pretty much have a job. Brian now works at the Blue Printer thing in Paso,a nd I now work at a 200 year old bar in San Miguel. HAH. It's funny. When I asked him if he'd be ok with me working in a bar, he asked if everyone there knew and understood that I have a boyfriend and not to fuck with me. Well, the people who work there know. lol If anyone hits on me, one of the other Bartenders, or my mother, seeing as she is always in there :P, will put said person in their place. That way Brian won't go on a killing spree. *Giggles* he's cute when he's jealous. Anyway, time to get dressed, and go check my brand shpankin new P.O. Box I got yesterday. I HAVE MY OWN P.O. BOX NOW! :D Mom can't bitch about my packages anymore! :D :D