I've been in a very bad mood last couple of days. And I know exactly why.
My sister is sick. Very sick. Everyone thinks it's because a month ago she was prescribed a medicine that damaged her internally somehow. Like an ulcer or something.
So when she went to the doctor who prescribed it they took her off for a lil while then her put back on it. Now after she's done she is still messed up. She's coughing. At first not often but HARD. So hard that she's heaving. Now since her troats all raw shes coughing more which leads to? Anybody? That's correct: more heaving.
On top of all that she has this sharp pain on her left side that hurts like hell, more so when she coughs.
So on top of being pissed that her 1st doctor was an idiot who needs his liscence revoked, we still don't know what's up. We go to the ER yesterday and they have the knowledge to say it's from the meds. They also know it's possibly organ damage that's self healable. But amazingly they can't answer how long it will take to recover. I mean of all the things to not know. How can you know all the hard stuff and not know how long it took for the last guy to get better. So we go to our regular doctor today. Same story, but more meds and some weird milky stuff for her to drink b4 tomorrows catscan. If I don't get some progress tomorrow I'm going to that original doctors office and giving him 5 minutes to call his kids and say goodbye.
I vented today a lil. My boss had the nerve to say if I want to grow a beard it has to be on my time, like on vacation or something. I'd like to point out my manager just grew a goat tag. And the 2 other kitchen managers have them too. Ok no biggie I can silently ignore them and grow my burly lumberjack beard anyways. I'll deal with the consequences when they arrive. But then the clincher hits.
Well now that you have the beard you cant shave it off.
Heat vision isn't euff. I want the ability to make anvils drop from the sky onto people like in loony toons. In all honesty I get all Ali Mcbeal and imagine stuff like that all the time during conversation and no one can ever tell i'm doing it.
So I lost it.
Ok now you're being petty and ridiculous. And I'm way too busy to deal with you. I have real work to do. I can understand saying beards are bad cuz of food and stuff. But where'd u get the nerve to say I have to keep it now that its on. It's my face and as long as I'm not making a spectacle of it I'll do whatever the fuck I please with it. We'redone talking. Write me up or go away.
I won. But I may still shave it off anyways. I didnt mean to be all rebelious. And I don't want special treatment. I actually think it makes sense no fatial hair in resturaunts. But to say I can have a beard but can't GROW a beard is ridiculous.
I feel better now that I brought that manager down a peg.
I've been very short with ppl lately. And I wanna say that I do realize it, and I don't mean it to be like that. I'm not sorry for speaking my mind but maybe you guys who got it deserved a lil more understanding and a lil less of my custom verbal assaults.
My sister is sick. Very sick. Everyone thinks it's because a month ago she was prescribed a medicine that damaged her internally somehow. Like an ulcer or something.
So when she went to the doctor who prescribed it they took her off for a lil while then her put back on it. Now after she's done she is still messed up. She's coughing. At first not often but HARD. So hard that she's heaving. Now since her troats all raw shes coughing more which leads to? Anybody? That's correct: more heaving.
On top of all that she has this sharp pain on her left side that hurts like hell, more so when she coughs.
So on top of being pissed that her 1st doctor was an idiot who needs his liscence revoked, we still don't know what's up. We go to the ER yesterday and they have the knowledge to say it's from the meds. They also know it's possibly organ damage that's self healable. But amazingly they can't answer how long it will take to recover. I mean of all the things to not know. How can you know all the hard stuff and not know how long it took for the last guy to get better. So we go to our regular doctor today. Same story, but more meds and some weird milky stuff for her to drink b4 tomorrows catscan. If I don't get some progress tomorrow I'm going to that original doctors office and giving him 5 minutes to call his kids and say goodbye.
I vented today a lil. My boss had the nerve to say if I want to grow a beard it has to be on my time, like on vacation or something. I'd like to point out my manager just grew a goat tag. And the 2 other kitchen managers have them too. Ok no biggie I can silently ignore them and grow my burly lumberjack beard anyways. I'll deal with the consequences when they arrive. But then the clincher hits.
Well now that you have the beard you cant shave it off.
Heat vision isn't euff. I want the ability to make anvils drop from the sky onto people like in loony toons. In all honesty I get all Ali Mcbeal and imagine stuff like that all the time during conversation and no one can ever tell i'm doing it.
So I lost it.
Ok now you're being petty and ridiculous. And I'm way too busy to deal with you. I have real work to do. I can understand saying beards are bad cuz of food and stuff. But where'd u get the nerve to say I have to keep it now that its on. It's my face and as long as I'm not making a spectacle of it I'll do whatever the fuck I please with it. We'redone talking. Write me up or go away.
I won. But I may still shave it off anyways. I didnt mean to be all rebelious. And I don't want special treatment. I actually think it makes sense no fatial hair in resturaunts. But to say I can have a beard but can't GROW a beard is ridiculous.
I feel better now that I brought that manager down a peg.
I've been very short with ppl lately. And I wanna say that I do realize it, and I don't mean it to be like that. I'm not sorry for speaking my mind but maybe you guys who got it deserved a lil more understanding and a lil less of my custom verbal assaults.