unamused shopper

I went to Winners looking for a dress. Nothing. Not a GD thing. So disappointing, but I won't lie, I saw a cardigan from across the aisle and I couldn't help myself. It was 3/4 sleeve. It's what I wear. GOD I love a cardigan.

Ok so I got paid 5 days ago, but I swear that should be the 2nd time I got paid, but it's only showing up as the first time. I'm way, way confused.....it looks like too much for one week, not enough for 2..........god this is confusing in so many ways.

I'm going to sleep off everything.

confused worker

I am not a 6.45am wake up girl that's for damn sure. I got up at 7am and I seriously can not function. I'm so out of it. I really miss my 10-6 job. It was great. I was up at 6am Sunday and I do not like doing it. 6am is the devil's hour. I've decided it.

So my 2nd job today everyone was asking about the extras. It's my job to sell said extras, but like 85% of the customers today were asking for it. Which is awesome and makes my life so much easier. I also hate talking about PCs I have no GD clue about how windows 7 works or viruses or shit. I'm also pretty sure I talked on the phone to a guy about iPads for about 15 minutes. I just wish I could have done it sitting.

True Blood is fantastic. Only one episode left, how are they gonna finish LaFayette's storyline in one episode?? God I love that man.

TV specialist

I have serious issues with things. I like knowing a lot about things, hence why my knowledge of trivia is pretty bad ass. Well tonight is the Emmy's which are hilarious and awesome. I'm tired yet I need to sleep, but I need to see more Tina Fey and Tom Hanks. I also dislike Jimmy Fallon, but he's actually not laughing at his own jokes (at least not that I've noticed).

I knew I meant to do something things when I got home from work today...I was gonna watch The Boat that Rocked. Crap. Maybe Tuesday. Week three of 50 hour plus week. This will pay off one day right...

amused cinema-goer

Watching Scott Pligrim and man did I love it. I'd really let Schwartzman beat me. True fact. Also creepily he is like my ex. I can't say I like that fact. Also Ramona reminds me of my ex's boss. Quite creepy in fact. I also do not approve of the ending, but I'm knives.

Work apparently called my cell phone, but thank god I have the sound off at all times (unless needed as an alarm). I really do not like talking on the phone, in fact I hate it. I'd much rather type or talk face to face. But yea I want ONE DAY off. Sweet jesus I'm doing 6 days a week. I think I only work like 50ish hours this week, which is less than last but fuck it's exhausting.

I must you know get dress and shit, if I want to actually spend the day doing something. Laters

tired as fuck sleepless drone

It's weird that I woke up tired and now I'm twelve kinds of awake. I would say I'm awake, but on the drive home I thought a mailbox was a person. So maybe I should you know, go to bed. I work too much; I guess I'm just catching up for not work for 6 months. Yay money.

girl not going to NYC

fucking shit show. My friends invited me to go with them to NYC. I'm broke, well now I have some cash, but I was fucking broke. Russell Brand is there :( and I would hunt him down and get myself a half British baby. Son of a bitch. Well I hope they all have fun while I work a 13 hour day.

I'm so good at bitching I made myself a blog.

exhausted working woman

It's fun to work a lot, then get guilted you don't take care of your dog enough, talk to your boyfriend enough or are around enough to take care of things. I'm about 10 minutes from putting up a time schedule so people can write in when they want to bitch at me, so at least there will be times I'll have to myself. I may get my workplace in on this too.

I have a feeling I can make this work.

Then I will drink copious amount of alcohol.

I like this plan.

cock of the walk

So my cousins may have stated in relationships I act like the man. I said well no shit, I'm the cock of the walk. But seriously it's getting strange. I don't think it's just me. Maybe it's a total role reversal. I notice my friends men have become more womenesque if you will. I don't know. It's quite strange and I can't quite understand it. Maybe one day I'll meet some guy who has a pair strong enough to put me in my place when I need it, but for now I will continue to steam roll. Heartless, maybe?

Rage-induced driver

ARE YOU SERIOUS? Ok now this is a poll I have been taking since I've almost begun driving. People with Jesus fish on the back of their GD cars are the WORST fucking drivers on the GD planet. I HATE driving behind them. Behind them, drivers with rosaries in their windows. FOR REAL. Ok I may have a friend with those in her rearview mirror, but she is the exception to the rule. Ok so today in a 80 kmph road they were going 75. Which makes me want to kill you. THEN she goes 60. Look bitch, go the fucking limit or you will see Jesus REAL FUCKING SOON. I get angry. I won't lie. Sometimes I wonder if they drive like total tools because they think Jesus is watching out for them specifically. Ugh.

This is why I lack religion. If I pick a religion I'll get lumped in with fucking douchebags.

unmovable salesperson

This guy wanted a Macbook Pro and wanted me to throw in a case. Ugh no. Fuck you. If I didn't get it you aren't going to. Seriously, this was one of those dickbags who think because they're an older man they're gonna get their way. Uh fuck and no. I highly dislike these men. Which I seem to happen to meet a lot of at my job. This isn't the fucking India Bazaar, just buy it.

My favourite part of the day is talking to dumb people. It makes me: A. Feel brilliant and B. Makes me feel like I know what I'm talking about.

Regardless I continue to fuck up everyday there. It's an accomplishment at this point. I can't recall a time in my life where I fucked up as much. It's pretty exciting. Like what will I fuck up tomorrow? Oh who knows!

I'm going to go to bed now and pretend I'm in Ireland already.

speedy driver

Boyfriend was too sick for Scott Pilgrim :(

Ended up watching SLIDERS! Oh man I loved that show. Rembrant Brown was the shit. And I always thought the professor was actually Luciano Poveratti (however you spell it). They are GD twins...well I guess not anymore, but yes.

I despise traffic. I hate how you drive. I would like to win the lottery and build a fucking highway just for me. If only you people could understand how I drive then drive like me. Things would be so much easier, for both of us. This douche was driving behind me and on me like he was my sexual partner. And he was most definitely not. So what I did was slow down to anger him. He then passed me and I gave him my patented dirty look. Assclown. It's raining do you have to be a dick? Yes? Then GET OUT OF MY WAY. It's cool. I'm ok now.

This past week I've either been working or driving to work or somewhere. I think I've actually spent less time sleeping than I have working. SWEET LORD! Something is not right!

Lastly, I've decided to apply for clerk positions, because I'm fucking ace at organizing and filing. It is mindless, simple and pays ridiculous well. Hopefully I can sell my book, make money then not live at home anymore. A girl can dream.

overtired girlfriend

It's my Friday night special. Worked at both jobs then I whisked myself away to glorious Flint. Soon I'll be watching Scott Pilgrim vs. the World starring Jason Schwartzman and that kid who broke my friends heart. Little bastard.

I also plan on drinking enough to not feel my face, but not enough that I puke everywhere. Preferably no where, but I'll take just somewhere.

I'm also completely ok with going to bed at 7pm and sleeping until noon tomorrow. Sweet god if only the sleep I got the last six months was cumulative so I didn't have to sleep now or you know when I work not be as exhausted. Now allow me to mention AGAIN 13 hours Wednesday, 9 hours Thursday and a measly 7 today. Whatever a-holes I did a fucking 52 work hour week so eat a dick. I can complain ALL I want; I believe I deserve it.

Yay money. It better be such a sexy paycheck I'll want to seduce it.

mature e-mailer

Sometimes I find it necessary to e-amil people I know I should not. I'm still not 100% on why I do it, but I know I always hope they respond. Even if it's a god fuck yourself. No response, just makes them dicks. That's my stance. I worked too many hours at the moment for anything more than this. So if I e-mail you, don't be a dickbag, just respond you fucks.

overworked woman

Up at 6.45 at work by 8. Filing that crazy wankers files until about 4.30. THEN I go to the retail job. 5.30-10.30. I got to help take products from a skid and put them on the sales floor AFTER the store closed. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Now, you see I like money. And I have a respectable about of debt. Some may say awe-worthy. I digress, don't mind working like a work horse because I haven't in SO fucking long, but I've never worked over 50 hours in one week. That's a serious fucking record for me. I have Friday night and ALL of Saturday off (they want workers who can sell products working on the most important of purchasing days). Going to the boyfriends where I plan on seeing a movie (Scott Pilgrim with my lover Jason Schwartzman (rrwooorr) and drinking until I no longer feel the pain in my back, feet or face. Should be fun!

hip hop lover?

I don't know how or why it came, but my god I can't get enough hip hop. I can understand Ludacris. Like WTF? It's good too. It's fun and I dance in my car. You can play it loud and not have to think. Yay fun. I'm gonna blame it on my singular road trip down to the south of Ohio. I don't know any stations down there and put it on whatever came through the best. Then I heard my favourite new song. OMG. I'm such a turd, but I seriously love that song. I remember the Usher craze back in high school. I was past my hip hop phase at that point (meaning I had my fill of Boyz II Men and TLC for a bit) and thought he was shit. Whatever I was getting into Phantom Planet by then and then there was no stopping me. Back to my point, hip hop is fucking fun. Jesus. I remember they use to pump it in the streets of South Korea (coming out of stores) one day me, Cecelia and Mel just had a dance party to I 'think' Eminem. Shit that was fun.

organizational nut

I was hired to organize, not re-organize an entire office full of papers. Every KIND of paper. There were papers in one folder and the same in another. It has made my head full of pain. And my heart heavy. I got through half a filing cabinet. It had 4 pull out drawers. I GOT THROUGH TWO IN SEVEN HOURS. Now, I'm very diligent when it comes to work and I feel as thought this project will never ever end. Soon as you 'think' you've finished BAM three different files go in there and the ones you did are outdated. FUN!

abortive agent

Work is easy and hard. I understand computers and the gist of shit, but when you are asking me specifics I have no idea. Shit I've had like five shift, like 3-4 hours each and every time I was 'training' the person showing me was either telling me don't do what I'm doing or so busy that they had me help out customers. So I asked a good 10 questions during my shift right. Which is a lot I'm sure when everyone there has been working long enough to know everything. Every time I go home this one guy, who is great says, "You did good today." I really think I don't, but it's lovely that he's so nice. The other guy there I told him I owe him because I think he got the most of my questions today. So yes I have begun to feel like a waste and I don't like it. Mostly because I'm trying and yet seem to fail when it comes to selling 'the big stuff'. Blerg. And tomorrow I'll be working two jobs for two weeks. Which is a plus for cash money and a sad minus for sleep and a non-bitchy woman.

pissy consumer

So I took the last Sinutab with codiene today. It was fantastic. It worked so good that I made me slightly out of it. Which was worth getting rid of the sinus pain in my face. Seeing as the last 3-4 days it felt as though my sinuses not only wanted to burst out of my face, but after do a soft shoe on it, I was more than happy to take this pill.

I was asked to go grocery shopping, which on a Saturday is a death wish. Yet, I did it. It went pretty quickly but soon I was at the register. WHO should I see in front of me, but the local car dealer turned commercial star of his own commercials, Mr. Racchiot. Jerry curl and all. I almost said Love you commercials, but honestly I was out of it. If I was any sort of myself I'd have told him to put me IN his commercial. Anywho, I ended up listening to the cashier and they lady bagging my groceries bitch about a fellow worker. No usually I could give less of a shit, BUT they made the comment she was late, then said she's in school for PSW; then the bagger claimed her daughter reads better than her and that the people she's suppose to take care of would probably be taking care of her. Now you see I have been gossiped about at work before, by old bitches who were pissed off that I was attempting to better my life and save me from retail hell (see how well that turned out). I digress, I found it rude not only because we live in a small ass town, but to get those cunts in trouble. C'mon if you're gonna gossip don't do it in front of people who MIGHT know her. Dumbasses. If I had actually known the girl and liked her; there would have been words to say the least.

So the moron who apparently ran the store told me he when he shops he doesn't want to hear that too. Well that's nice, I'm just saying that's it's rude and really have tact. He repeated himself twice. It's not like I was looking for free shit, honestly I just thought they were cunts and should be treated as such. I go there enough that I'm sure if I gave a shit I would you know not go to them, but I have NO idea who the fuck they were nor do I care. Just don't talk shit to me in front of people. At least I have the balls to say it to you face. Even if I shouldn't.

neurotic ex

Special edition today.

I have recently found out some weird things about my ex. This has caused unnecessary neurosis. Without giving it all away, I found out he's gone far away to aid his father in a massive change. Yet, I can't help to think that he is in this far off place doing disgusting things with whatever will take his money. Luckily the only thing I feel is disgust for me; for ever letting someone like him touch me. Hopefully the remainder of my lifetime avoiding him will pay off and I can only be disgusted when I have to hear things about him.