Saturday, July 10, 2004
Hey, its July 10th and I am actually gonna update my blog. What do you know?
Yes, its about work. <---if you hate reading about work related issues please feel free to stop reading at this point. Thank you.
So I went into work today with my eyes half closed. I was so tired. I hate the first hour or so of work, because I am not in the groove of things and theres always one awkward silence. Then once a few hours go by everyone loosens up and we joke around and have a good time. I learned that when you put your first finger and thumb together into a circle, leaving the other three up, it means "fuck off". This is what the spanish/brazillian/haiti/honduras/whatever the fuck you are people have informed me on. I thought it was a pretty strange fact. Ya see, I always thought it was a "suuuuuuuure" or "Okie dokie" kinda signal...now its "fuck off?"...I dont trust it. I dont trust them. So one of the guys was explaining it to me and he kept sticking his fingers up. I was like, "You could stop telling me to fuck off anytime now" (jokingly, but serious in my heart). This metal toothed pizza driver started laughing and fake smacked me. Ill repreat, he fake slapped me. What a pussy. Who fake slaps? I fake punch, but slap? What a bitch. This guys name is Fransisco, I said, "Nice talking toy ou Fransisco" and was holding up the "fuck off/fuck you" signal. Everyone started laughing. It was a good time, and I owned him at that moment.
Theres this one kid/guy/40yr old look alike that is my manager. He is only 20 but hes fun. Ill be holding a pizza waiting for it to put it in a box, and when he grabs the box hell do flips and throw around shit(jokingly. So I am left standing there for five minutes with this pizza, while he does stunts. I laugh. Then I call him a creep. We have a good time.
The cooks got my back though. My manager and I were fake fighting, because we have so much more to do with our day, and one of the cooks went, "Dont touch her again..." He was real serious about it to..he would rumble with my manager. So then my manager started touching my arm and saying, "ooo I am touching her.." in that five year old 'I am doing what you said not to, and I like it' voice. I was like, "Hes got my back" and my manager said "Yup". The thing is, I like to fight my own battles..so if I was to seriously be faught with..I wanna rumble, dont fight my battle for me. Ya know? I would not be afraid to take on any guy/girl that works there. I say Bring It. I doubt it will ever come o that point, we all joke around and have a good time.
Other then my ventures at work...
I am drinking a banana slurpee and listening to really bad pop music. Thats it for tonight. All 3 of you should be proud that I updated. Now its your turn to leave comments, bitches!
Yes, its about work. <---if you hate reading about work related issues please feel free to stop reading at this point. Thank you.
So I went into work today with my eyes half closed. I was so tired. I hate the first hour or so of work, because I am not in the groove of things and theres always one awkward silence. Then once a few hours go by everyone loosens up and we joke around and have a good time. I learned that when you put your first finger and thumb together into a circle, leaving the other three up, it means "fuck off". This is what the spanish/brazillian/haiti/honduras/whatever the fuck you are people have informed me on. I thought it was a pretty strange fact. Ya see, I always thought it was a "suuuuuuuure" or "Okie dokie" kinda signal...now its "fuck off?"...I dont trust it. I dont trust them. So one of the guys was explaining it to me and he kept sticking his fingers up. I was like, "You could stop telling me to fuck off anytime now" (jokingly, but serious in my heart). This metal toothed pizza driver started laughing and fake smacked me. Ill repreat, he fake slapped me. What a pussy. Who fake slaps? I fake punch, but slap? What a bitch. This guys name is Fransisco, I said, "Nice talking toy ou Fransisco" and was holding up the "fuck off/fuck you" signal. Everyone started laughing. It was a good time, and I owned him at that moment.
Theres this one kid/guy/40yr old look alike that is my manager. He is only 20 but hes fun. Ill be holding a pizza waiting for it to put it in a box, and when he grabs the box hell do flips and throw around shit(jokingly. So I am left standing there for five minutes with this pizza, while he does stunts. I laugh. Then I call him a creep. We have a good time.
The cooks got my back though. My manager and I were fake fighting, because we have so much more to do with our day, and one of the cooks went, "Dont touch her again..." He was real serious about it to..he would rumble with my manager. So then my manager started touching my arm and saying, "ooo I am touching her.." in that five year old 'I am doing what you said not to, and I like it' voice. I was like, "Hes got my back" and my manager said "Yup". The thing is, I like to fight my own battles..so if I was to seriously be faught with..I wanna rumble, dont fight my battle for me. Ya know? I would not be afraid to take on any guy/girl that works there. I say Bring It. I doubt it will ever come o that point, we all joke around and have a good time.
Other then my ventures at work...
I am drinking a banana slurpee and listening to really bad pop music. Thats it for tonight. All 3 of you should be proud that I updated. Now its your turn to leave comments, bitches!
Sunday, July 04, 2004
July 4th 2004. Its about 10:09 in the PM and I just ate a hamburger. Across the street from my house the neighbors are blowing off illegal fireworks. Do I mind? Hells no. At least I will be able to watch the rest of the light show after I pull my dead ass off this computer chair. I did catch some of it, and they were fuckin awesome. All different colors and loud as hell. Well worth it though. My street is lined with about 40 cars, all for one house party, while in my driveway there only lays one automobile. All my brothers and sisters are at parties and picnics, orgies and the likes. I am home eating burgers,watching fireworks, and typing on this God forsaken shit box I call a shit box. I don't think I would have it any other way though. Its relaxing. Just as I typed relaxing four fire crackers were launched and scared the shit out of me. I cant stay up late tonight, because I have to attend work at approximately 11AM. This means I must wake up at 10AM and want to kill myself for an hour or so. Its not so much the "job" that makes me angry...its the time frames and the whole "process" of getting ready for work. Id rather sleep. Sad, yet true. I wish I had the energy to wake up every day at 10AM and be happy about it, but I think those days have been numbered.
I haven't written in about a month. Hey, a bitch is busy. Don't be surprised if you come back to my blog a month later and are still reading about the 4th of July. Peace easy, fuckers.
I haven't written in about a month. Hey, a bitch is busy. Don't be surprised if you come back to my blog a month later and are still reading about the 4th of July. Peace easy, fuckers.
