Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
I'm tired, and this is the best I can do about this, because frankly, I'm Exhausted.
I just had an encounter with a person that I really can't not tell the story. And this is how it goes.
I work with this person so, names and dates are going to be omitted. When I put names in quotes, it is probably their real name, however the quotes make this much less incriminating.
I work for a man named "Hadji." "Hadji" is the best person I have ever worked for. His crazy/asshole scale even out, and therefore he's ok in my book. Also, he has a lovely family that I would do anything for.
"Hadji" hired a girl named "Andrea" this week. "Andrea" was clearly on some drugs.
Ok, I'm going to stop right there. I'm tired of this quotation mark bs. Let's get real. This girl is named Andrea.
I'm not sure about you, but when I start a job, I am on the best behavior possible. Girl, used the work phone at least 12 times on day two. I was hosting and had 2 people ask for her. Then she had a visitor. She disappears for a few minutes to the bathroom to get some lady products. After the series of events later, I think "Lady Products" was code word for opiates.
I could type out the entire encounter involving cheese, her brother falling down some stairs and in ICU, then only having a broken arm, then only having staples in his head. I could also start talking about how she borrowed two dollars from the girl that was training her whom she already tried to just take a six dollar tip from, without asking. I could talk about how she asked to bum a cigarette without introducing herself to Amy, just straight up asks her.
But no, what I will focus on is that fact that bitch fell asleep tonight, standing up, at a table she was training to serve and is convinced she has a job tomorrow. After she talked with "Hadji" she said see you tomorrow to the rest of us. No, no. Hadji didn't tell her to come back. He actually said no, Don't come back tomorrow.She almost fell asleep in some butter. For real. I watched that shit go down. I am not one to stir drama, but after the cheese incident, I called the Hadji from my house, in my Pj's to report.
Long story short, drugs are bad.
I work with this person so, names and dates are going to be omitted. When I put names in quotes, it is probably their real name, however the quotes make this much less incriminating.
I work for a man named "Hadji." "Hadji" is the best person I have ever worked for. His crazy/asshole scale even out, and therefore he's ok in my book. Also, he has a lovely family that I would do anything for.
"Hadji" hired a girl named "Andrea" this week. "Andrea" was clearly on some drugs.
Ok, I'm going to stop right there. I'm tired of this quotation mark bs. Let's get real. This girl is named Andrea.
I'm not sure about you, but when I start a job, I am on the best behavior possible. Girl, used the work phone at least 12 times on day two. I was hosting and had 2 people ask for her. Then she had a visitor. She disappears for a few minutes to the bathroom to get some lady products. After the series of events later, I think "Lady Products" was code word for opiates.
I could type out the entire encounter involving cheese, her brother falling down some stairs and in ICU, then only having a broken arm, then only having staples in his head. I could also start talking about how she borrowed two dollars from the girl that was training her whom she already tried to just take a six dollar tip from, without asking. I could talk about how she asked to bum a cigarette without introducing herself to Amy, just straight up asks her.
But no, what I will focus on is that fact that bitch fell asleep tonight, standing up, at a table she was training to serve and is convinced she has a job tomorrow. After she talked with "Hadji" she said see you tomorrow to the rest of us. No, no. Hadji didn't tell her to come back. He actually said no, Don't come back tomorrow.She almost fell asleep in some butter. For real. I watched that shit go down. I am not one to stir drama, but after the cheese incident, I called the Hadji from my house, in my Pj's to report.
Long story short, drugs are bad.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
To, Andrew(ee!)
You've inspired me, Andrew Cutini. You've inspired me to start a blog. In all honesty, the real reason is because a lot of the time I can't express my feelings in 140 characters or less. I really was trying to sound hip with the times, referencing Twitter, however, my posts, the few and far between, are usually retweets, ( if that's the lingo...). Also, I follow celebrities. Like all of them. I have MAYBE four real friends on Twitter. The rest are celebrity news. Like almost stalkerish. It's not ok.
But the real reason behind this blog post is to explain my new dedication to growing an ass. This is real.
I've recently come to the conclusion that if my backside balanced my front side, life could be ok. If you've met, or seen me this dilemma is apparent. I've heard Jesus is real, however, I don't feel like he would of done this to me with out maybe laughing during the creation process...."Let's just make a little girl, give her giant boobs, and see what happens!!!" I replay this scenario every night in my dreams.
Long story short, on my quest to grow this ass, my good friend Ellen convinced me that an Elliptical machine is where it's at. Like, this is the cure all end all to all my worries. And also, she had been doing an elyptical for the past month and her behind looked FANTASTIC.
Didn't I say long story short? Well here it is. I fell off of it after minute 42. (Because I hear on my Twitter, that's what the Kardashians do to work out.) My legs gave out, I fell and tried to pull it off like a boss.Hahaha, right...Like, bloody horror. My lip bled, thought I may have lost a tooth. I thought I was being a badass by going 45 minutes on the Elliptical However, I was safe. In my glass roomed gym, I was the only one there. However, the maintanence men were staring and laughing at my bloody lip. Or were they laughing at my pursuit for an ass. Or my lack there of. You decide. However, When they come to change my furnace filters tomorrow, you better damn well believe I will not look them in the eye.
But the real reason behind this blog post is to explain my new dedication to growing an ass. This is real.
I've recently come to the conclusion that if my backside balanced my front side, life could be ok. If you've met, or seen me this dilemma is apparent. I've heard Jesus is real, however, I don't feel like he would of done this to me with out maybe laughing during the creation process...."Let's just make a little girl, give her giant boobs, and see what happens!!!" I replay this scenario every night in my dreams.
Long story short, on my quest to grow this ass, my good friend Ellen convinced me that an Elliptical machine is where it's at. Like, this is the cure all end all to all my worries. And also, she had been doing an elyptical for the past month and her behind looked FANTASTIC.
Didn't I say long story short? Well here it is. I fell off of it after minute 42. (Because I hear on my Twitter, that's what the Kardashians do to work out.) My legs gave out, I fell and tried to pull it off like a boss.Hahaha, right...Like, bloody horror. My lip bled, thought I may have lost a tooth. I thought I was being a badass by going 45 minutes on the Elliptical However, I was safe. In my glass roomed gym, I was the only one there. However, the maintanence men were staring and laughing at my bloody lip. Or were they laughing at my pursuit for an ass. Or my lack there of. You decide. However, When they come to change my furnace filters tomorrow, you better damn well believe I will not look them in the eye.
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