reneemarie

I've had enough abuse and disrespect at this pathetic job. If the
leads/managers weren't pathetic worthless sad excuses for human
beings maybe it would be alright. Actually my boss lied to me and lied
to others and betrayed my confidence in him. I looked up HIS boss,
I instantly got put back on the schedule. My first day back was bullshit.
Some faggot whose job it is is to go to all the stores and creepily spy
on the sales advisers. He brought me into the office. My SERIOUS
offenses were NOT HAVING MY NAME TAG CUZ I HADN'T WORKED
IN TWO FUCKING MONTHS. And going more than 5 feet away from
my station. Apparently this is a serious like zombie movie infection
bullshit like YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT SOMEONE COULD HAVE
DONE TO THOSE CHICKEN STRIPS!!! (wow wtf yeah terrorists are
now going to Costco to infect sample chicken strips with anthrax uh
huh)

In my head I was decided if he was either just a giant bag of expired
douche, a pathetic 50+ year old bald fatty with no degree, or just
proud to be above other employees in a company. Who the fuck
knows,

Shit, I don't know where I was doing with this. I couldn't wait to get
off work. I was yelling when we got off the floor I'M GONNA GO
FUCKING WASTED BECAUSE I'M USELESS! YAYA!! Everyone,
including CUSTOMERS said she was a bitch/cunt/what have you.
I may be useless but at work I am FAR from useless. I work my
fucking as off while the leads sit in a fucking office doing bullshit
paper work and being old decrepit wastes of space that just need
to die already.

/end vent

/start happy face
This man I've had a major crush on for over a year at work today
told me that this bald guy told him to tell me something about it
being cold in the warehouse. I knew what he was talking about. I
stayed at that retards house the night before and didn't pack a
bra. So I was like um huh? He said that tight white shirt I was
wearing... it was cold in the warehouse... I was kinda embarrassed
but then he told me he liked my barbells. Whoa. haha. Damn I
just wanna like touch him and stuff and make fun of him cuz he's
old and now has a little pony tail so I call him Daisy (his name is
Donald). He also told me he's not married, I thought he was cuz
he has kids.

Ok my brains like *makes pfffft noise*

At least I worked a whole two fuckin bullshit days so I'll have at
least $100 when I get back from Oregon/NW coast. I mean, if I
don't fucking die up there.

Damn getting drunk is awesome when theres 39487394739473
reasons why you're doing it. Now I wan't a boy. Not a dumb slutty
boy tho. I want Will.a He probably won't read this. He holds me,
kisses me, touches me, looks at me, and just says everything
so perfectly to me. Fuck. I hate crushes. For me, crushes = getting
crushed :o/ It got old a long time ago.

I want a dalmatian, I wish I could get high, and I wish I could
play the guitar like a mother fuckin riot.

One love.

Uh... me, you know who I am you assholes.
If you actually read this, buy me this shirt and
I'll love you more than I already do...

Fuck I'm too useless for html code so don't
be a lazy whacky fool and just look at this k?

http://www.bartos.de/wp/wp-content/Tits.jpg