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I need to create a new Sesshomaru icon, I hate the old one. Maybe I should do that tonight. I wrote up to a certain point in nineteen and then got sad. Had to stop. Decided with Kittie that Mirena is just *neat*.
Which reminds me of a fantastic story about a friend of mine on a date in which her response to the boy's act of whipping out his dick to *show* her (yes, amazing) was to quietly say "neato". heh heh. Anyway, my thoughts are bopping around...lack of energy mixed with caffeine and sugar for a false high will do that. My cable company is apparently the only one in the world to read time schedules wrong, and is playing everything hours early. *Just* during the week. So once again I will miss BSG repeats. No hotness for me. Bastards!
Received fancy and expensive packet of skin care product as a prezzie from my brother. He works at a salon. Yay! My feet hurt from work. And btw, I don't know if I've shared my particular hatred of mens, but I will now, briefly. You see, I will except whining and fooling around or even a bad temper as long as the damn work gets done. That's all I ask. Saturday night...two men (one of them older than me, slightly) together....it was like babysitting. I do not get paid to babysit. Part of it was, I think, that they were both formerly in the army and so naturally tend to treat something like a video store job as something less than meaningful. Again, I don't care either, but I am not going to cover their work and mine. If you don't want to do it then quit. So then there was that, and my constant nagging. For the most part, they worked. But then one keeps complaining about some wound he has and wanting to sit down. And while I sympathize...he signed up for this job. No one made him. That implies he can do that work. I am too tired to work for the both of us. (Another male coworker was out sick for months and now is back. he also whines about how tired he is, as though waiting for me to step in, as though I wasn't doing his jobs all the months he was gone. Another male manager leaves early, whining about the classes he is currently taking. Then of course there's the one who quit mid shift and left me by myself, all the while saying how we were 'friends'). Worthless. Men are fucking worthless to work with. Sorry but it's true. Somehow, I'm supposed to stick it out and work through the pain and weariness, and they get to go take a break. Well I'm not their damn mother.
So meanwhile, Saturday night, the two guys are playing around, shooting rubber bands at each other etc...All boys at work have done this. It's some male ritual I ignore as long as the work is done. One of them decides it would be funny to hit *me* with the rubber band. What the fuck? Even my teenage boy coworkers aren't that stupid. I asked, calmly, what in the hell was that? And mentioned, calmly, that I could write him up (I wouldn't have, not for that anyway) and he gets all army bullshit with me. "We're used to having real bullets blah blah blah". I answered, that's nice. Now. Don't. Do. That. Again.
Little fuck. But he nodded and shut up. That was nice.
Anyway, this rant is going nowhere so I go. Sleepy or drinkie?
Which reminds me of a fantastic story about a friend of mine on a date in which her response to the boy's act of whipping out his dick to *show* her (yes, amazing) was to quietly say "neato". heh heh. Anyway, my thoughts are bopping around...lack of energy mixed with caffeine and sugar for a false high will do that. My cable company is apparently the only one in the world to read time schedules wrong, and is playing everything hours early. *Just* during the week. So once again I will miss BSG repeats. No hotness for me. Bastards!
Received fancy and expensive packet of skin care product as a prezzie from my brother. He works at a salon. Yay! My feet hurt from work. And btw, I don't know if I've shared my particular hatred of mens, but I will now, briefly. You see, I will except whining and fooling around or even a bad temper as long as the damn work gets done. That's all I ask. Saturday night...two men (one of them older than me, slightly) together....it was like babysitting. I do not get paid to babysit. Part of it was, I think, that they were both formerly in the army and so naturally tend to treat something like a video store job as something less than meaningful. Again, I don't care either, but I am not going to cover their work and mine. If you don't want to do it then quit. So then there was that, and my constant nagging. For the most part, they worked. But then one keeps complaining about some wound he has and wanting to sit down. And while I sympathize...he signed up for this job. No one made him. That implies he can do that work. I am too tired to work for the both of us. (Another male coworker was out sick for months and now is back. he also whines about how tired he is, as though waiting for me to step in, as though I wasn't doing his jobs all the months he was gone. Another male manager leaves early, whining about the classes he is currently taking. Then of course there's the one who quit mid shift and left me by myself, all the while saying how we were 'friends'). Worthless. Men are fucking worthless to work with. Sorry but it's true. Somehow, I'm supposed to stick it out and work through the pain and weariness, and they get to go take a break. Well I'm not their damn mother.
So meanwhile, Saturday night, the two guys are playing around, shooting rubber bands at each other etc...All boys at work have done this. It's some male ritual I ignore as long as the work is done. One of them decides it would be funny to hit *me* with the rubber band. What the fuck? Even my teenage boy coworkers aren't that stupid. I asked, calmly, what in the hell was that? And mentioned, calmly, that I could write him up (I wouldn't have, not for that anyway) and he gets all army bullshit with me. "We're used to having real bullets blah blah blah". I answered, that's nice. Now. Don't. Do. That. Again.
Little fuck. But he nodded and shut up. That was nice.
Anyway, this rant is going nowhere so I go. Sleepy or drinkie?
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no more ghetto hard lemonade!
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damn twilight zone is on!
you go watch your hotness whilst i sigh in envy
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