Oh yeah... three days a week is (almost more than) enough...
Anymore than that, I'd quit, be fired or be arrested for assault.
That Beverly DeAngelo-lookin' chick is fuckin' nutso. I have officially had enough of her shit and now... I don't like her. At all. Don't now, never will. Can't trust her.
Nice one minute, a psychotic cunt the next. And... that's not MY word for her. I've heard it twice, from the same guy, for the same reason. She acts like an ass toward me for no apparent reason, then The Rock calls her that.
I like him.
*grin*
He has no idea of the tension he's releasing for me by doing that. Let alone how alien it is to me to be defended... Christ.
It's allegedly not personal and no one knows WHY she does the shit she does.
AND, when she's not being psychotic over shit that matters not a whit, she's acting like she's spastic or possibly retarded to a certain degree and I'm just really glad I don't ever hafta see her outside of work. (Assault charges and all, don'tcha know...) Personal Observation #3,879,204: Gemini men are excellent people, especially when compared to Gemini women. Gemini men actually seem to have two OPPOSITE sides, as in "nice, and not-so-much". WOMEN? Gemini women go from "evil to WORSE".
Bitches. Vonnie said the money is worth putting up with her. So far, she's right, too. Only other thing that occurs to me about this whole deal is that the caliber of shit she has to bitch about is pathetic. Meaningless bullshit, all of it. Yesterday's first "thing" was that I cleaned up a splash of soda on the floor with a towel, not the mop. (Didn't know where the mop even was.) SHE told me where the mop was and I used that, too, so whatEVER.
Then, I sat a coffeepot down and left it for a whole 15 minutes, in the wrong place. Let's just overlook the fact that I had been, all day, picking (everybody's) coffeepots UP from there, emptying them and putting them where they belonged. Fuck all that, right? Yeah. Fuck that.
The fact that I sat one there and forgot it, then said it wasn't mine when it was (I truly simply forgot it) was enough to make a scene over. *rolls eyes*
Poor little, no-life-having, psycho bitch from hell. Gotta be at least one, every goddamned place ya go. Ah, screw her. Gus, the "Meanest Cook/Owner Guy" called me "Sweetie" several times yesterday, too. Think I'll lean more on his assessment of me than hers. As usual. WHY DO WOMEN HAFTA SUCK SO FUCKIN' MUCH????
GodDAMN, I hate 'em. Ya know, I really and truly to the depths of my soul HOPE TO GOD ALMIGHTY that I'm a guy in my next "tour of duty of HELL, called "life". If I am, I am gonna shit on, piss on and fuck over every muthafuckin' women stupid enough to look at me.
(Hey, Norman the Third, Brother of mine... can I talk to you a second ovah heah? Maybe I won't hafta wait til my next life...) Any-friggin'-way....
I can definitely see where me telling BL to keep me to three days a week is a GREAT IDEA. I can't take no more than that yet, if ever. I'll know when I'm ready, though. The day I find myself saying, around 3pm, "Damn, I'm missing the Early Birds", instead of "Ah God, it's Early Bird time. Thank CHRIST I'm not there", will be a MAJOR clue. And, guess what? I'm not even pissed off right now, anymore, about this crap. In spite of all the cussing, I'm not mad as I type this. However, last night, when I got done and was just waiting for my tables to leave, I went into the back and lit a cigarette and oddly enough, I just stood there kinda surprised by the fact that my eyes filled and overspilled with tears. In fact, I even got to giggling about it when Vonnie showed up back there. She looked at me, saw the tears and the utterly neutral expression on my face and asked if I was okay. I said yeah, then leaked even more and started giggling about it. Told her I had no idea what the hell was going on inside of me. She said she did... "It's this place, Hon..." is what she said.
I think she's right. All I know is that I kept telling myself "one down, one to go, then yer off..."
Only way I can feel not too sick to go in today is by telling myself "It's only 8 hours..." And, knowing there's only one more day this week after that is the biggest help of all. I'd like to go on record right now saying that this is one of those places where, if I get fired, I'm gonna say "Oh thank God... thank YOU!", as I starting giggling manically and leave. Usually, after I've waitressed for a while, it takes me a coupla months to wanna do it again after I stop. After this place, it's gonna take YEARS. Oh, and it just occured to me... I do have four days a week to find someplace else, if need be. Of course, the coolest, yet hopefully "last-est", resort is simply the fact that I can, at ANY TIME, decide "Enough" and leave. Can't dwell on that, though, or I'll do it. On the other hand, I don't wanna forget it entirely, either, lest I do go nuts. Fun, huh? Anyway.... I'm gonna go. I need to run to the store, go to the "library", get some coffee and just decompress and try to get mentally ready for this. I CAN do this.
Besides, I reeeeally don't want to let this cunt "win".
Yet.
Maybe after I make her turn purple a few times.... Peace
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Yay! Us gemini men are nuts though. Go hit a bookstore and find "How to spot a bastard by his sun sign" and look up gemini. I had an ex call me after 7 years of not speaking to me JUST to read this passage to me and hang up. It was right on at the time.
As to why women suck so much... Hell that's why we love them.
Or is that not what you meant?
Something my father used to say when he was still married to my mother comes to mind: "God damn. If they didn't have pussys there'd be a bounty on 'em."
As to why women suck so much... Hell that's why we love them.
Or is that not what you meant?
Something my father used to say when he was still married to my mother comes to mind: "God damn. If they didn't have pussys there'd be a bounty on 'em."
Posted by: Mad William Flint at November 30, 2004 09:36 AM (/j9KS)
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Holy shit man...I haven't waitressed in 9 mths...and this time I don't miss it, ya know before I would because I guess I love to be miserable..haha. But screw it, the money ain't too bad but I always get stuck with the woman you described and you know that sooner or later you and this gal are gonna "duke" it out, go toe to toe, it won't just go away. She'll probably be like most, you give her a good tongue lashing and she'll stay out of her way-for good.
Posted by: Sandy at November 30, 2004 11:05 PM (IBy6F)
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