Is it bad that I haven't looked at a set in...about 2 months? No really. I haven't.
Anyway, my Friday "at work" was...okay in the first part of the day and then...turned crappy.
So, I work for a sunglass company and we do fun stuff from time to time, like barbecues, getting off early on Fridays, snowboarding trips, etc etc. So Friday, the owner of our company decided to take us (the people fromour office) on a boat trip to Catalina.
I've never been there, but it's an island that's off the coast of Orange County. You can see it on really really clear days if you're around Newp or HB.
Anywho, we went there on my boss's boat (a one hour trip), hung out at the beach, got drunk, ate tasty food and...yeah that's about it, it was good times.
On the way home though, we decided to troll all the way home. (drive the boat slow, about 2 mph or less, and fish) we did that for about an hour before my boss decided to haul ass home, so there we were, skipping over huge swells at 30-40 mph. The boat's jumping all over the place and then I have a panic attack...'cause I get those from time to time. Usually they're random, like when I'm driving or sometimes when I'm...doing absolutely nothing..
Annnnyways, so I'm having a panic attack, the other girls are freaking out too (or throwing up, someone got seasick) and my boss decides to stop the boat.
And it doesn't start up again.
And we are 5-10 milles from the coast out in the middle of the effing OCEAN. If any of you know me, my biggest fear is drowning and so...this sucked. Big time. I thought I was going to die, for real. There were no life jackets, no emergency stuff like flares, no radio, no drinking water...nothing. And it's getting dark and cold and windy (windy=big swells mang).
So yeah, we sit there with my boss and his girlfriend arguing about who's fault it was and him complaining about the girls freaking out (wtf?) and then a fire starts in our engine or...somewhere. I dunno, but there was smoke and a drunken Moe (our sales guy) yelling about fires and how someone's beach towel is ruined cause he used it to put the fire out.
There's more to this story, but it's long. So to sum it up, we got one engine to work, one girl's still barfing off the side, I'm wishing for my death from drowning to come and Moe's saying this is the worst day of his life (him "even if I were to be in a bathtub full of hot chocolate and whores after this, this would still be the worst day ever" lol). We FINALLY get back to land at about 9:30 (we left Catalina at 4...) and I crank up the heat and drive home in soaked clothes.
Thennnnn, I came home to TigahStyle having a cut face and being all sleepy and making me worry, cause some guy tried to mug him. Luckily, my boyfriend can fuck people up so...if you see some creepy guy wandering around with a newly broken arm and no knife...don't give him your wallet. \
How was your weekend?
oh and congrats to TigahStyle for being so awesome in his special effects class that he might be considered for an artist job! I'm so proud.
Anyway, my Friday "at work" was...okay in the first part of the day and then...turned crappy.
So, I work for a sunglass company and we do fun stuff from time to time, like barbecues, getting off early on Fridays, snowboarding trips, etc etc. So Friday, the owner of our company decided to take us (the people fromour office) on a boat trip to Catalina.
I've never been there, but it's an island that's off the coast of Orange County. You can see it on really really clear days if you're around Newp or HB.
Anywho, we went there on my boss's boat (a one hour trip), hung out at the beach, got drunk, ate tasty food and...yeah that's about it, it was good times.
On the way home though, we decided to troll all the way home. (drive the boat slow, about 2 mph or less, and fish) we did that for about an hour before my boss decided to haul ass home, so there we were, skipping over huge swells at 30-40 mph. The boat's jumping all over the place and then I have a panic attack...'cause I get those from time to time. Usually they're random, like when I'm driving or sometimes when I'm...doing absolutely nothing..
Annnnyways, so I'm having a panic attack, the other girls are freaking out too (or throwing up, someone got seasick) and my boss decides to stop the boat.
And it doesn't start up again.
And we are 5-10 milles from the coast out in the middle of the effing OCEAN. If any of you know me, my biggest fear is drowning and so...this sucked. Big time. I thought I was going to die, for real. There were no life jackets, no emergency stuff like flares, no radio, no drinking water...nothing. And it's getting dark and cold and windy (windy=big swells mang).
So yeah, we sit there with my boss and his girlfriend arguing about who's fault it was and him complaining about the girls freaking out (wtf?) and then a fire starts in our engine or...somewhere. I dunno, but there was smoke and a drunken Moe (our sales guy) yelling about fires and how someone's beach towel is ruined cause he used it to put the fire out.
There's more to this story, but it's long. So to sum it up, we got one engine to work, one girl's still barfing off the side, I'm wishing for my death from drowning to come and Moe's saying this is the worst day of his life (him "even if I were to be in a bathtub full of hot chocolate and whores after this, this would still be the worst day ever" lol). We FINALLY get back to land at about 9:30 (we left Catalina at 4...) and I crank up the heat and drive home in soaked clothes.
Thennnnn, I came home to TigahStyle having a cut face and being all sleepy and making me worry, cause some guy tried to mug him. Luckily, my boyfriend can fuck people up so...if you see some creepy guy wandering around with a newly broken arm and no knife...don't give him your wallet. \
How was your weekend?
oh and congrats to TigahStyle for being so awesome in his special effects class that he might be considered for an artist job! I'm so proud.
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