Booze and Friday! Two great things. This has been one shitty week. I got an email from a panicked client demanding that I fill out a supplier quality survey or their production line would shut down. I can't explain how little I care about some jackass' production line. Fortunately, I'm not in quality and none of our quality department was in when I received the email. I sent the most passive aggressive response that I could come up with. "I'm sorry I can't do more, mr. client, but since I received this email so late and since I'm not in quality assurance...". CC'd to his boss. Translation: I couldn't give less of a fuck about your bullshit. edit: reading this, my life is painfully lame. I hope I get the job I interviewed for last week. Then I walked out all sassy. Like this: (except I'm not a hot chick and I was wearing a shirt) Now I'm drinking (lots and lots of) gin.
No, but you should tell her to stop insulting lesbians by allying herself with them. If she's been with a lot of dudes, she's clearly not a lesbian, she's bisexual.
Are you telling me that one email from you could have saved jobs but you were too lazy to do it? Wow. Just... Wow.
Super thin yoga pants are even better than what we called in the late 90's "stretchy pants", or as I called my then-girlfriends pair, "ass pants".
Unfortunately, no, I could not have saved jobs. I was legitimately the wrong person to contact and the right people were gone or on vacation. Along with my snarky reply I sent what useful information I had which probably got those jerks out of hot water. I'm trying to make myself look cool here and wave my e-peen around. Gosh. Why can't you let me have my moment?
I would like to see her operate the controller with her ass. I have faith that she can do that thing.
4 days in a row I've gotten a mediocre coffee on the way home from the grocery store. I know quality control isn't at the top of the list of most franchise QSR's, but it's coffee. It's all bought from the same supplier. You've got cream. You've got Splenda. You mix all of these together and stir. I don't see where the vast differences come into play. On a much happier note, Brewfest is tomorrow. 200+ beer companies in one small Connecticut park. I get to try 63 different pumpkin beers and watch my girlfriend throw up on the side of the highway on the way home for 4yrs running. Let's see if we can make it to the Wood anniversary. She'll pass out about 10 minutes after we get home and I'll have to live vicariously through my imagination and the ass and titties that are posted here.
There's a guy I work with who somehow makes coffee that tastes like it has a cigarette butt floating in it. We all use the same machine and the same coffee but his is just so terrible. It doesn't matter if it's fresh, old, hot or cold it kinda tastes like dip spit. Unpleasant. Girls in tall socks: Spoiler Spoiler Spoiler Those are all from here.
So, the girl I've been seeing and recently sleeping with, I just texted her to ask her how her week has been. She responded with "Good. It's given me time to think." This does not seem like a friendly statement. This seems like an "I'm about to dump you" statement. My responses, along the lines of "that doesn't seem like a friendly statement", and "Care to elaborate?" have thus far gone unanswered. The fact that I don't care that much if she breaks up with me makes me think this wasn't going to work in the first place. Of course, if that's not what she meant, I'll happily fuck her for another three months before she moves to lands too far. Does that make me a bad person?