kiley

today an old coworker from the lameass robin came into the store and just made my fucking day. my exmanager (the fat bitch with the mustache/full beard and frontal ass) got fired. for complaining to another manager. another manager who hated her fat asses. haha, motherfucker, karma's a bitch.

oh and to add icing to that particular cake, therese (the nasty hobag who harrassed me this summer through textmessages, how fucking typical) is pregnant but.... (gasp!) doesn't know who the father is!

ahahhahahhahaa.

thank you white trash heaven that is red robin manchester! you're like the best jerry springer episode ever!


aside from that, there's less than one week until christmas (which means not many shopping days left, fuck me i hate the mall at christmas), my stock room is looking phenomenal and empty, and i have the next two days off in which to do whatever the fuck i want (sitting around on my computer in various stages of undress, watching peter sarsgaard movies, sleeping if my dog allows it). i know by wednesday night i'll be overly bored and all, but for now, i'm happy that i don't have to work until 6 a.m. thursday morning.