Feb 26, 2004 14:38
My Amanda is comming to see me. Everything is set, all I have to do is send her the money for the Ticket. I get paid next week, so that's it man. For six days, I'll have her in my arms. I can't even begin to explain how fucking stoked I am about this. I have that week off of work, so shit yeah. I am so happy. I told my Mom, and she didn't have any problem with it. Yet, that is. I'm sure she'll start saying shit as time goes on. Like "Where will she be sleeping" and shit like that. All I have to say about that is.....In my arms. Fucking A man.
I burnt the shit out of my arm yesturday at work. They have this oven right next to a fryer, and I went to get the Chicken out of it, and Burnt myself. I did that three times, then I did it again, and the last time really counted. I have these sick ass gnarly burn stripes on my arm. It's rad. My hards are all cut up too. Not like seriously cut up, but little knicks and scrapes. I ware gloves so don't get grossed out. My boss was like talking shit about me yesturday too. She was saying that she needed to re train me, cause I didn't know what I was doing. but everything she was saying, she'd say to other people, while I was doing it, kinda like saying it behind my back. I asked her what she said about me, and she was like 'Your doing it wrong' and I asked her what I was doing wrong, and she said 'everything' so I told her to get over here and show me what I'm doing wrong. Of course she didn't have time for that. Then when I wnet off on her, she was like getting her little black lady, neck shaking thing going, and shit. It was funny. I told her that this was how the other manager told me how to do it, and she said "Well, I'm the REAL manager, so you do what I say". So I said don't get mad at me for, me doing what my managers tell me to do, they tell me to do something, that's what I do, get mad at them, not at me. SHe told me, I'll get mad at whoever I want to get mad at" then I just went back to making some chicken. That pissed her off a lot. I just hate they way she yells at people for doing it wrong, but then she wont tell you what your doing wrong, or explain how to do it right. That's her job damnit.
Well, I'm going to go now. I have to go read, my book is getting good. I'm OUT!
Amanda, I love you Beautiful.