work as of late:
3 hours late last monday. 6 hours late for the big 9/11, 2 hours late on monday, then i woke up 2 hours late yesterday. i hung out for a while, then walked up to work around lunchtime and gave the HR lady a big fat fib about "family stuff going on." family stuff, excessive drinking, not sleeping good - all kinds of shit. 2 of those are false. i was given the rest of the day off, and told that if i needed to call right before work some days because it's just too much to deal with, it's ok and they will accept it. awesome.
the weird thing is, i'm a terrible liar. i don't like it, it makes me feel bad, and it's just silly. but for some reason if it's work, no problem. i had a shitty job in austin years ago that i hated. after another lame ass tuesday at work i went into my boss' office and dealt out a sham story about my sick aunt in dallas that my parents needed help with. see, i'd been going back every weekend and it was really starting to drain on me. all lies, but i got the rest of the week off so, success was mine. the following monday i lasted about an hour before i was back in my boss' office with the same story. it's just too much right now sir.
i stretched it out for a few weeks straight and ended up getting 20 work days off total. a full month, paid! once this was over i announced my resignation, as i was leaving town to pursue full time aunt care. local champ CptWithit was my roomate in austin at the time, applied at the same shithole a few months later, PUT ME AS A REFERENCE, and GOT HIRED. he snaked a few freebie days out of those bitches too. i got a few more out of my next job with my same story before quitting and actually moving back to dallas.
fuck em. fuck work. i'm usually a pretty stand up guy, but work can lick balls when i'm in the zone.
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addendum on jab's dog:
i am sitting in his apparently nyc style loft, in dallas. it's not nyc or really loftish, except for the fact that we are freewheelin' and rolling a joint.
you bitches need to read this dude's fodder, it's good.
we are not really watching m2 (metal hour) and wondering if it would be wise to drop off if they decide on only pics. im gonna drop off if so.
loaded and trying to persuade peeps to kick it regardless. drop a line to him or me if it gets hectic, crazy, or wild.
gangstarrin'
thirsty, vis a vis, jab.
3 hours late last monday. 6 hours late for the big 9/11, 2 hours late on monday, then i woke up 2 hours late yesterday. i hung out for a while, then walked up to work around lunchtime and gave the HR lady a big fat fib about "family stuff going on." family stuff, excessive drinking, not sleeping good - all kinds of shit. 2 of those are false. i was given the rest of the day off, and told that if i needed to call right before work some days because it's just too much to deal with, it's ok and they will accept it. awesome.
the weird thing is, i'm a terrible liar. i don't like it, it makes me feel bad, and it's just silly. but for some reason if it's work, no problem. i had a shitty job in austin years ago that i hated. after another lame ass tuesday at work i went into my boss' office and dealt out a sham story about my sick aunt in dallas that my parents needed help with. see, i'd been going back every weekend and it was really starting to drain on me. all lies, but i got the rest of the week off so, success was mine. the following monday i lasted about an hour before i was back in my boss' office with the same story. it's just too much right now sir.
i stretched it out for a few weeks straight and ended up getting 20 work days off total. a full month, paid! once this was over i announced my resignation, as i was leaving town to pursue full time aunt care. local champ CptWithit was my roomate in austin at the time, applied at the same shithole a few months later, PUT ME AS A REFERENCE, and GOT HIRED. he snaked a few freebie days out of those bitches too. i got a few more out of my next job with my same story before quitting and actually moving back to dallas.
fuck em. fuck work. i'm usually a pretty stand up guy, but work can lick balls when i'm in the zone.
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addendum on jab's dog:
i am sitting in his apparently nyc style loft, in dallas. it's not nyc or really loftish, except for the fact that we are freewheelin' and rolling a joint.
you bitches need to read this dude's fodder, it's good.
we are not really watching m2 (metal hour) and wondering if it would be wise to drop off if they decide on only pics. im gonna drop off if so.
loaded and trying to persuade peeps to kick it regardless. drop a line to him or me if it gets hectic, crazy, or wild.
gangstarrin'
thirsty, vis a vis, jab.
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alexcuervo:
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chiquita:
yeah, well, maybe you didn't know it but german rabbits ALWAYS know where the best parties are AND have the best designer drugs money can buy.