Well, apparently what I'm gonna do is have a major fuckin' meltdown all over the Boss Lady....
Jesus Fuckin' Baldheaded CHRIST!!!!
What the fuck, ya know?
They goddamned did it again. Only today, it WAS a lot of tables and it WAS quite a pile of cash and I am PISSED!!!!!
Altho, frankly, I think it's a culmination of things, not just that, because I've already got THAT (the money shit) solved twice over. But, FUCK MAN, ya know? Must be nice to get free fuckin' money.
Asshole fuckwad. *deep breath* *STILL PISSED* *several minutes later* Okay, better now. Eric (poor bastard) just came in and I melted down all over HIM this time and now I do feel less like killing somebody. Still.
Ya know? First thing this morning, while I was getting ready, Eric comes in and tells me some Bill Bullshit that I didn't need to hear. (About not letting Eric takes some days off and he (Bill) bitched about the third horse... yada, yada. Fuck that. Just didn't need to hear it.) So, even though I literally tried to just block that shit out, I think that was the first brick in the load. (Brick? Pft. Try "chunka concrete"...)
Then, I get there and not only do I hafta do "ordering" and get it right, I also don't get to leave with the money I EARNED on those tables. THEN, less than 30 seconds before I knew for sure that I was to be dicked again today, I was asked to go in tomorrow as a "hostess". Well, there's a whole nother ball o'wax, huh? I get asked about that, say "okay", then find out I'm working for fuckin' free again and I freaked. I started to tell the Boss Lady I couldn't do the hostessing tomorrow, because I LITERALLY did not have the cash for all the shit I already need around here (home), I sure as HELL ain't got it for gas for that shit. That's when solution number 1 presented itself. Boss Lady is gonna pay me cash tomorrow FOR tomorrow, thank CHRIST. Then, I got home and realized that I'm still owed for all those damned hayrides, so I called Lori and now she's gonna hook me up when she gets home. *big breath* Ya know.... I muthafuckin' HATE people who LIVE for money. It's all that matters to them.... Fuck what's "right", screw the principle all to hell and gone, and mostly fuck anybody they can to get that almighty dollar and I resent the fuck outta being made to look like one of them. If I had enough cash to get through til Eric gets paid and I'm talking, liiiike, a hundred bucks or less, I'd have been fine with alla this.
But, nooooo..... I have to not only be broke, but be pushed THROUGH, fuck "to", the fuckin' wall before I get.... what? Treated like a human, maybe?
Damn, man. All I want is to be able to take care of my animals and Eric and myself. I don't need money fallin' out my ass, but I don't wanna hafta sell THAT to survive, either. *several minutes later again* Okay. Now, I'm tons better. Rob just showed up and before he and Eric get to workin' on the stalls, we're going riding. And, I was gonna just go to bed.... Pfft. This probably IS a better idea. Lord knows, I could use the "decompression". *deeeeeeeeeeep breath*
Okay.
I think the "insane, murderous rage" portion of our program is over for this evening, but I could be wrong.
I am about to go outside and Bill is out there, sooooo...
I ain't making no promises, but I will try to contain myself. *Sam Elliot's "Okay, now I'm gonna kill ya" look* Peace
(and send any ya have left over my way, please....)
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