Saturday, June 13, 2009

   gyufx
Question mark mood= we are getting a storm tonight my head is splitting! really tired, hungry, not happy but eh.

I obviously can't come over this week. I have to work on my three off days and I have to work tomorrow. I don't get a weekend at all and I'm so annoyed about it. I might be able to come after the job but Cas will be long gone then. I miss Sherman. We talked a lot about him during the Belmont. That would be awesome if you came over here. You could see the house before we got rid of it. (I'm adressing Bobby if others see this because she commented.)

I almost random jumped up to get food. I'm starving. I was at work today so I didn't get to eat as much as I would on a Sat. I work tomorrow too. I'm going to just say I really hate my job and all the people so I don't have to rant. I did that to Cas already. I was so insulted yesterday. Fri. was...well, so I'll talk about that. As to why I was insulted I won't say. You'll either pick up on some of it or not.

I'm working with Brandon because he follows me everywhere. A person gets on the intercom but I don't pay attention because you can never understand them. Right after that he gets a text from his mom tells us not to come up for break. We thought that was weird but assumed corporate was there or something. Two slugs come by and start being sleazy jerks, I hear "blood everywhere" and ask what was going on. A deer, a fawn, had run through an office window. I ran all over the cubicle area before running into the mail room and bleeding to death. That was the announcement on the intercom, that a deer was loose in the factory. So I tell them I'll go up and do the blood. I'll even take care of the deer, who is alive at this point. They say no. My father tells people I'll get nightmares. So, yeah, yesterday a deer died in the building. Poor thing. Can you fingure out the insult I was feeling? My entite past, my present, my future; figure that out. My dad did apologize for saying that after work was over.

So, other work news, I was forced into working today and Sun. And next week I'm supposed to have three days off but instead they moved me up to the offices to file. I refused to work weekends and on my vacation, but my dad is in charge so I was forced. I'm so mad I would hit something but I'm way too tired. I don't get any sort of break until this day next week. When you really don't care about money and hate your job this is nothing short of torture. And Brandon is on my nerves again. He won't stop complaining. I probably had something more to say on him but I ran upstairs to look at the ducklings. So fuzzy.

Oh, I got a dress for Australia. I'll have to get pictures. Not with me wearing it, just of the dress. I hate my picture being taken. I never look like me in my pictures. I come out too pale or just demented looking. But Cas thought it would be funny if I staged a wedding when I was in Oz since my dad is so convinced I'll get married and not come back. So I'm going to have to get my creme dress I got in Cozumel back from her. I can't just go buy a white one for a staged wedding because I'll never wear it again. I don't do white. It gets dirty to easy and is usually see-through. Yeah, no thanks. I'm going to have to keep this in mind so I don't forget it. Finding a guy at the pub willing to pose as my hubby for a couple pictures wil be fun.

And in semi-Oz related news, I'm working on the beer thing. Beer is just so...fremented. Think about it, it's rotten barley. That's nasty. But it would be nice to be able to have a beer and strike up a intelligent/political conversation while I'm abroad, so I had a beer yesterday and one today. The smell, ugh, toothpaste please. They do like talking American politics over there. They have no idea what is actually going on since everything is shoveled in through the media and you know the only source you can really trust is the first one. So I'll have fun educating them on our taxes and stuff. Oh, I'm ticked about the taxes. I actually pay taxes now so now I can be ticked. They take more than a day's pay from me in taxes every week. At the end of the month it adds up to me not getting paid for a whole week. And I really hate my job so that sucks even more. -sigh- And our taxes are going to skyrocket soon too. Yippy.

Alright, since I'm talking about taxes I guess I'm finished. Really though, I'm an anarchist who pays taxes (_{^{because I'm not going to jail for something like that}}), so I'm even more ticked off. But that's all. I know only one person who reads these possbiliy saw the Stanley Cup last night so I won't go on about it. Dudes carrying sticks running on ice on knives, come on people, it's cool.
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