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| Well, today is the last day I am working before my cruise. I love my new apartment. As a matter of fact, all that read this should come to my bon voyage/moving in party. Its tomarow (thats St. Patties Day) and you can come whenever you want. If you need directions to my new place, give me a call on my cell. Its the only phone I can be reached by now. Hope to see a few of your friendly faces there!
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| This is an interesting week. To start, I moved into my new apartment over the weekend. I like it quite a bit. I'm living on my own now, with no roomies. It kinda gets lonely without anyone though. In job news, my job is freakin crazy. I am there right now, and I am not working. I'm clocked in, but my boss isnt here, plus my big project kinda lost power. I cant do anything untill that is fixed. So I'm sitting here, trying to say something novel or inspiring, while realy just trying to waste time I guess. I didnt eat breakfast this morning. Now I'm hungry, damnit. The vending machines here suck too. Blah oh well. In news of my boss, I'm sure you are all wondering, at least those of you I have talked to about my boss, I found something out. He was once the most hated man on the internet, and now he has taken off the Spam King crown. Its kinda funny, watching a spammer try to run a legitimate buisness. He knows what hes doing, but he realy doesnt in another way. Its kinda like a prostitute trying to have sex with a bear. Sure, the prostitute knows how to please, but bears dont like to be pleased. They like honey, grubs, and hibernation. So I'm thinking pretty soon the bear is going to eat the prostitute, and this will all become a fond memory. Or something.
Whatever
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| well, about an hour and twenty minuites ago, I got fired. I
admit, I was a bit out of line, seeing as I did have the whole back
room looking at me, but I just cant help it when I'm stressed.
They said I was smashing my dialer against the booth, but that isnt
true. I was in a blind rage and couldnt even see what I was
doing. My hand was trying to mute the phone before the streem of
obsenities started spewing from my maw, but all I could do was clumsily
mash at where the dialer is. Later, a QA (not supervisor), told
me I couldnt do stuff like that, and I agreed. I said I was fine,
he left, and about five minutes later, Dave (a supervisor), comes over
and says he needs to have a talk with me. I ask if I could take
the call I was making, and he told me to turn off my dialer. I
knew at that moment that I was going to be fired. I went to a
little office and listened to him tell me why he had to do what he was
doing. I understood, the big bosses had little love for me, and
they had tryed to can me sooner a few times. Only by the kindness
of some of the supervisors sticking there neck out for me, had I
managed to stay this long. I had never known this, but I came to
know it talking with Dave. After he was done talking with me, I
left the office, a smile on my face. I dont know why I was
smiling, but I couldnt stop. Then, as I reached the back room, my
face started to twitch and spasm. I could not talk or do anything
but nod my head. A few people asked if I had been fired, and I
could not respond. Carrie then said something when I swore a
little under my breath. "Remeber, this is a phone room, and you
should watch your language." To which I responded, "HAHA, Fuck, I
dont care! I just got fired!" A couple near by people started
asking me why, but I was told I had to leave, and I didnt want to
forcably ejected. So I left. And then came home. And
here I am now, still writing this dumb little entry. Such a
shitty fucking week.
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| For those of you who havent seen this, watch it
http://thepicardsong.ytmnd.com/
i love it. so my mouth still hurts, but ytmnd is helping the time
go by. ah fuck it hurts. w/e. I just wanted to post
this cuz its that awsome.
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| Well, heres news: My wisdom teeth are out, and my mouth is
swolen. Luckly I got lots of pain pills, so it doesnt realy
matter to me right now. Also, I got three of the four wisdom
teeth back, so I think I am going to make a necklace out of them.
Call it my necklace of Wisdom (+3). (thx to stephan for the
proper name). I have till thursday off, so I will be sitting on
my ass at home, eating pain pills, and being a little bit out of
it. But its all good. Oh, and sarah, definately let me know
when you are coming down, I would love to hang out. Wootz to
that, and now to eat more vicodin.
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