you feel fat and i feel ugly..together we don't like anybody
7:48 am:
good morning
hi
hello
hello hello hello
how are you
hey
what's up
any or all of the above:
count: 8 (before my shift even starts)
i really like my job.
these people are like tiny little sprites of pure happiness and goodness.
i don't even know what or who the fuck a grumpy person is.
it is hard to not act so friendly and kind in real life…
people get incredibly creeped out or they act incredibly creepy when you greet them kindly and or smile.
1:44pm:
free gourmet catered fucking bbq.
for a "very successful IDW (isodewaxing unit) shutdown, catalyst change and start up"
...aka, nobody dying last week when the IDW unit exploded.
i had brushetta bread, a baked potato, caesar salad, greek salad, fresh buns, fresh cookies and fruit tarts for lunch outside in the hot sun.
they just stocked the kitchen up with leftover desserts. Hap gave me a heads up about it.
i asked him how many tarts were in the kitchen and he said "like FIFTY!"
i replied (to Hap the grandpa/my best friend) with: "score!"
also: i've spent a fucking gigantic portion of my day listening to music and mastering spider solitaire and drinking coffee.
all of these without my shoes on and slouched in a chair.
what is... "work" ?
ALSO: FUCK EVERYONE WHO DRIVES A FUCKING CAR.
open your motherfucking eyes and don't fucking run me over.
that's you mr. taxi driver. i hope you saw my fucking finger and heard me voicing what my finger had to say.
good morning
hi
hello
hello hello hello
how are you
hey
what's up
any or all of the above:
count: 8 (before my shift even starts)
i really like my job.
these people are like tiny little sprites of pure happiness and goodness.
i don't even know what or who the fuck a grumpy person is.
it is hard to not act so friendly and kind in real life…
people get incredibly creeped out or they act incredibly creepy when you greet them kindly and or smile.
1:44pm:
free gourmet catered fucking bbq.
for a "very successful IDW (isodewaxing unit) shutdown, catalyst change and start up"
...aka, nobody dying last week when the IDW unit exploded.
i had brushetta bread, a baked potato, caesar salad, greek salad, fresh buns, fresh cookies and fruit tarts for lunch outside in the hot sun.
they just stocked the kitchen up with leftover desserts. Hap gave me a heads up about it.
i asked him how many tarts were in the kitchen and he said "like FIFTY!"
i replied (to Hap the grandpa/my best friend) with: "score!"
also: i've spent a fucking gigantic portion of my day listening to music and mastering spider solitaire and drinking coffee.
all of these without my shoes on and slouched in a chair.
what is... "work" ?
ALSO: FUCK EVERYONE WHO DRIVES A FUCKING CAR.
open your motherfucking eyes and don't fucking run me over.
that's you mr. taxi driver. i hope you saw my fucking finger and heard me voicing what my finger had to say.