I'll jump on the "fuck work" band wagon today as well. It would be nice if the 6 fresh-out-of-college employees in my office would shut the fuck up about Jersey Shore, Teen Mom, and the latest "Omg funniest thing ever!" to happen on Facebook, and be a little productive. The planning for the next project is due on Tuesday by 6pm and 2 of the 4 people on my team aren't doing a fucking thing except acting like idiot adolescents. The worst part? They bitch and moan how they haven't been promoted yet and they're sure it's right around the corner. You know what? fuck you Kelly, fuck you Kim, fuck you John, fuck you Steve, fuck you Alissa, and fuck you Ryan. I know I sound like a grumpy old man at 25, but goddamn I hope I wasn't like that at 22.
PMS? Dudes get that, you know. I'm happy it's finally Friday. This week dragged on like hell. Tonight I plan on drinking copious amounts of orange juice mixed with whipped cream vodka. Yay!
I've been known to get into some absolutely shitass moods that last for sometimes up to 3 days. It usually takes one small thing to trigger it and the rest is downhill. After about that 3rd day, its just too exhausting to stay that angry and neutrality/apathy sets in. I sometimes refer to it as my man-period.
Ahhh, work. Here's a conversation from Tuesday with a 25 year old girl. Her: Ah, I just got a parking ticket. Fuck! Me: Bummer... Her: I KNOW, my Dad is going to kill me.... Me: ...... Which sets up a nice little syllogism: -If you're worried about your Dad being mad at you for getting a parking ticket at 25, you have bigger problems than a parking ticket. -Your Dad is mad at you for getting said parking ticket. conclusion: You have bigger problems than the parking ticket. Professional...well, I'm not sure what that means...
Dear god, my friends are getting pregnant left and right. And a couple of them have slammin bodies that are about to get trashed.
Or the Tourette's Killer... having tics and shouting "FUCK-COCK-ASS-MUNCH" and "FAGGOTPISS-ANALLEAKAGE-ABORTIONFACE" or "SHITPUSSY-FUCKFACE-DILDOCUNT" while stabbing/strangling someone. I mean, someone's bound to hear him, right?
FUCK WORK. I get there to open and then vomit twice in an hour. Peace out, I say, my couch is summoning me. MaryJane keeps me from hurling.
My uncles are coming down for their annual visit. Goddam, they annoy the hell out of me. Wish me luck folks.
Least productive day ever. My other office manager and I are shopping for stripper shoes and discussing sex accidents. And making our drinking plans for later. Basically doing anything but work. What's that you say about irresponsible 20 somethings? I kid. mostly.
You were. Everyone looks at themselves 3 to 4 years ago and thinks "god damn, I was stupid then." 3 to 4 years from now, you'll look back at your current self and think 'god damn I was stupid then.' That's pretty normal. Days like today I am glad I am only partially employed. Spent my day so far staining a lot of wood for the trim/shelves in the new bedroom, had to get the mattress for the new bedroom delivered, and had to put all the furniture back after the painters finished up yesterday. It is a little after 2 PM and I am done for the day, and it has been a really productive day. All you workers did it wrong. Marry a woman with a good career so she can make the money and you can stay home. Being a kept man is nice.
Being an unpaid intern really fucking sucks. At least I'm good at avoiding people and doing work. This day needs to end so I can go back home and get drunk tonight! Also, I hope the freshman babe I hooked up with last week is down again tonight. No sex last week but hopefully something this weekend. She seemed pretty into me after we hooked up. But she is pretty aloof with texting although so am I. Oh well, here's to my last semester of college and debauchery.
Well I have been at work since 6:00 AM, after waking up at 4:30 to drive an hour, then I had to make up the entire 12 hour shift last night's work, because the retard somehow lost it when he was emailing it to me, and fucked it up. Then we've been drilling like a fucker and I've been busy as shit. Also the wind feels like my fucking trailer is about to blow over. So there! Showed you D26. THIS IS WHAT LIFE IS ABOUT.
I hear you. I get a fuckload done during the day, even when I work night shifts. It's just easier to get things done because everyone else is working. Dry Cleaning, Shopping, Home Repairs, Cooking, Vacuuming, Cleaning, Getting the Dog to the Vet, all much fucking easier during the week during the day. If you'll excuse me, I have to go check my pot roast in the crock pot.
http://theweek.com/article/index/223701/bacon-a-surprising-cure-for-nosebleedsnbsp Do you guys think Vegans would be cool with this medical treatment?
Why is this so hard for some people to understand? This is why I am going to run for governor of Florida on the platform of banning anybody over the age of 65 from being in stores or restaurants between 11:45am-1pm Monday through Friday or anywhere on the weekends.
Sorry, sir. You can't win. Half the state of Florida is over the age of 65, and the voter turnout for those under the age of 65 is about 25%, while it is about 75% for those above the age of 65. The math adds up too "you're fucked."
Before you send a text, you might want to know for sure if it is the right number. Sitting at work and i got this: Random: Hey how r u doing? Me: who is this? Random: Was going to ask you if u can come to the dr with me and baby on monday it hurts baby to pooh and pee know Random: lol Janine Random: I just asked for ya # lol Me: wrong number Random: OK Random: lol sorry