Tuesday, April 30, 2013

ermahgerrrdddddzzzzz and junksss.

honestly, I still don't know where "ermagerd" came from, but that's irrelevant...I think...

Anyshooch, these workout classes and work ahve been killing my free time, well, obviously, but it's not like I've minded too much. I just wish I could have been blogging to you all more frequently. Also, it's hard to vlog when I dont' feel like I have anything to talk about. Nothing happens at work, really, school is ...school, except for that run, we all got lost and ended up having a longer run than we were supposed to . we guestimated that it was like 3-4 miles when it should have been "a little more than 2.2", since that's how long our last run was. It didn't hurt that much, or anything, and I surprised myself by completing it so fastly, and catching up with the rest of my class, but it got done, and I'm proud.

well, anyway, I've also been in a not so great mood because I found out that another family member went and died. aparrently, I don't get sad anymore. I just get mad...

but also, I think people have been getting too sensitive.
like, there's this new girl at work (I wish they would stop hiring new people and just give regulars more hours, but whatever), she told me that she didn't know how to do this one thing that I'm good at, but the manager guy sent her to do it anyway, and I sorted clothes. later, he comes back, we are extremely backed up because a of all) she's incredibly slow at this thing I do really fast, and b of all) she has these ridiculous nails on, and she keeps complaining about them. I ask him if I can have her room so I can do this thing because she even told me that she didn't know how to do it, and we're backed up, and he's all "no, I'll just help her", after shushing me because what I said might have hurt her feelings. I told him that she's the one who told me, and everyone is being too sensitive around here. - Once I've been somewhere too long, I stop caring about what comes out of my mouth to a point, but people really do need to grow a pair around that place, and by "people" I mean him...

so, anyway, that was the same day I found out. My mom has a magical habit of telling me these things RIGHT THE FUCK BEFORE I HEAD IN TO WORK. THANKS, MOM.

...see. angry, not sad.


thatisall.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The Goon(ie)s

I know, I'm terribly sporadic with my blogging, but I finally have something for you guys.
yesterday, after gym class, I was minding my own business, talking to my friend, and this woman comes up to us asking if we'll cuss someone out for her since we were both apparently "cussing pretty good".

Then she proceeds to tell us that she's not good at cussing people out, so she had her daughter do it, and one of her friends, even. Some woman has been texing her really long paragraphs since six in the morning (things I genuinely don't give .26ths of a rat's ass about), and that she'd have just gone over and beaten the woman up.

Then she asks again if we'll do it. we both say no, but she's no listening, oh no. she's already pulling the woman's number up in her phone, giving me a script of what she'd want to say (but can't), and now the phone is dialing "pig"...really? she doesn't even get a real name? so she puts the phone up to my ear, and all I hear is "hello...hello? ... hello?"

I start apologizing to the woman and tell her that it's the wrong number (meaning I've dialed the wrong number, not her, of course), and the original woman takes her phone back. Except now, she and my friend are making fun of me for saying "it's the wrong number"...
BITCH, you're the one who wanted to call her, not me. I even told you I wouldn't cuss her out.
1) I don't know the woman who bothers you,
2) she's never done anything to me
and 3) you are the same bitch who punched me in the back during this friend's dance class for absolutely no readon other than that you decided to stand directly behind me and don't know how to say "excuse me"...
FUCK NO I'm not helping you out. you can hide behind your goons all you want, I'm not one of them.
and Friend? I didn't exactly see you jump up to help this dumbass. You don't get to laugh. At all.

yup...that's about it. Now I"m off to work, but things have been getting really slow there, which makes me sad. I just hope they aren't sending people home early, but it's the weekday, and they generally do send people home early...so...good luck to me, I guess.

Pages