Another one bites the dust...
My least "favorite" Queen song.
I love Freddie, et al, but that song is stupid.
Unless, of course, it's being played at some poor bastards castration wedding. THEN, it has it's time and place and is not only bearable, but actually makes sense.
Called off.
Called off 10 minutes before her shift started.
Called off 10 minutes before her shift started on SUNDAY.
And....
she wasn't even the one who made the call. Bad. Badbadbad. Number one.... ya don't call off.
You ESPECIALLY don't do it ten minutes before your SUNDAY shift and by having another person do it for ya. She was the last person I expected to do something so stupid, on so many levels. I keep wondering, though... what if she has what I had?
Well, if she does, being fired is the LAST thing she gives a damn about right now. Uuummm... Have I mentioned that this place (the restaurant) is NUTS? Well... it is.
Still cool so far, but nuttier by the day. Oh, and I hate HATE one of the cooks. Such a fuckin' PRICK bastard he is. Of course, PERFECTION will do that to a person. Dickhead. I've taken to "listening" to his "corrections" of the way I order, nodding my head, then saying "I hate you" before I leave the line. He has yet to even hear me. I think the toast guy did once, though. He had a grin in his eyes yesterday, the next time I went back to the window after I'd done that. I'm not gonna go outta my way, one way or the other, over this loser. BUT... I get fired or quit... his ass is mine and I WILL make sure he and everybody in that restaurant knows it before I leave.
And, if he even THINKS of using the word "cunt" to me.... heh heh heh... I will own, mount on a plaque and display BALLS. His balls. Tiny as they probably are.
I might hafta display them under magnifying glass, but I'd do it.
I've also decided that he has a thumb dick that's BENT.
Up.
So when he looks down at it, it's like looking in a mirror. I don't often hate men, but, like I've said before... if even I can't find something nice about a guy, ya gotta know he's pure trash.
And...
This asshole is. He's off today, thank Christ.
Hope he either schedules his cranio-rectal surgery for today, or dies.
I really don't care which. In other news.... the Martian Death Flu has left the building.. I mean, the body. Finally. Hopefully never to return. At least, not in this lifetime. I got the house clean again, yay.
New vacuum kicks butt, too. The horses are in their new stalls.
They seem to like them. Eric says Storm is kinda pissed off, because this one isn't as big as the one he was in, but it will be warmer, so he'll get over it, I'm sure. Is it Spring yet? Ahhh fuck. I may as well go start getting ready to go in. This is sad, but true: Thank Gawd I'm off tomorrow. Knowing that makes today ever so much more do-able.
The longer I work there and the more I think about it, the more sure I am that I do not want, now or ever, to work 4 or more days a week. I'm in awe of those who pull 6 and 7 days a week. How they do that, I'll never know. I don't even wanna know....
Ugh. Not me, man. No way. Anyway.... gotta go get ready. Y'all have a good day. Peace
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