What a drag.
ooh man... what i Halloween weekend; although i was really sick before hand. boss gave me a week to get better; even though i called in on a Monday; basically puking and literally feeling shity.. although i wasn't at home; (just saying that nothing at this household makes me feel better.) other than a well spent holydays; Sunday came around, the case of the missing purse situation. i could not find that thing! i was soo pissed; besides the fact that i needed it in order to take that bus ride home. (cash wise; or at least i though). when i finally found it, i already knew it was going to be late due to not having a spare change of clothes and considering the fact that my ride, was passed out and i didnt want to ask her.
when i finally found my purse; to call in i realized that my wallet was missing! and i haven't been at Mario's for that long to memorize it like my mom, or yours. in fact, i was intending to in order to move on up to Vegas status.
Anyway, besides the fact that it literally took me 2 hours to actually get to work; myself being all gross and sweaty every time i walked in and blamed it on the kitchen. But just my luck this time around, daylight savings. I still had to make it home from the future destination. within the time length that i had to work it in order to save my ass.
So here I am literally hours from my destination. Hopeless basically. With no vehicle of my own to depend on. Theres me stressed out on the curb by the bus stop holding out my thumb; rather thumbs down (*knee slapper*). When I realized that that day was not the day it was. It was a Monday. And then Im just like FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!! I was extremely pissed basically. So drounding in my sorrows, what appers to be a Monday out of my subconscious luck; yet still late to work technically, if I had an excuse worth their while.
First off, my rights were never read to me when the cuffs where chained. I felt like a helpless animal. They then placed me in their vehicle and right away filling out my ticket. Not to mention; no breathalyzer or sabribaty test given at the scene "of the crime."
Twas an all nighter, half in isolation with cuffs and half with the rest of the girls. Before my isolation, i was given a paper and pen to sign; i then began reading what i was signing for. The cop got pissed off at my for some reason.
After a period of time (not sure the exact time, for they did not have clocks) i cried myself to sleep asleep cowering in a corner. It wasn't much of a nap. Then the finger printing came into place. I am still in shock. I refused to put my hands on the machine for a period of time. The officer then took my hand in a manner. In my first ever "criminal picture"; you could just see: "WHAT THE FUCK?!" slash "are you kidding me?!" slance. I would of smiled if i wasnt actually feeling that way; to the extreme.
The rest of the night; i kept kindly asking the officers that were passing by for a snack; water even. They just kept ignoring me. I didn't give up until they moved me.
Yet another finger prints comes in; this time on paper. I looked at both officers and held the pen in my hand. "Are you serious?" Not knowing, nor hearing my plea. The officer then viciously grabs my hand dabs in the ink and forcefully onto the paper. "i still refuse to sign this; im not even suppose to be here." In fact the pen, which was of a professional kind didn't work. "press harder!" As another officer tells me that i should stop doing ecstasy. I got soo pissed.
Again in an other isolation, this time with my shirt back. But not my purse. Nor food or water that i asked for. I actually still do need to file my baggage claim.
ooh man... what i Halloween weekend; although i was really sick before hand. boss gave me a week to get better; even though i called in on a Monday; basically puking and literally feeling shity.. although i wasn't at home; (just saying that nothing at this household makes me feel better.) other than a well spent holydays; Sunday came around, the case of the missing purse situation. i could not find that thing! i was soo pissed; besides the fact that i needed it in order to take that bus ride home. (cash wise; or at least i though). when i finally found it, i already knew it was going to be late due to not having a spare change of clothes and considering the fact that my ride, was passed out and i didnt want to ask her.
when i finally found my purse; to call in i realized that my wallet was missing! and i haven't been at Mario's for that long to memorize it like my mom, or yours. in fact, i was intending to in order to move on up to Vegas status.
Anyway, besides the fact that it literally took me 2 hours to actually get to work; myself being all gross and sweaty every time i walked in and blamed it on the kitchen. But just my luck this time around, daylight savings. I still had to make it home from the future destination. within the time length that i had to work it in order to save my ass.
So here I am literally hours from my destination. Hopeless basically. With no vehicle of my own to depend on. Theres me stressed out on the curb by the bus stop holding out my thumb; rather thumbs down (*knee slapper*). When I realized that that day was not the day it was. It was a Monday. And then Im just like FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!! I was extremely pissed basically. So drounding in my sorrows, what appers to be a Monday out of my subconscious luck; yet still late to work technically, if I had an excuse worth their while.
First off, my rights were never read to me when the cuffs where chained. I felt like a helpless animal. They then placed me in their vehicle and right away filling out my ticket. Not to mention; no breathalyzer or sabribaty test given at the scene "of the crime."
Twas an all nighter, half in isolation with cuffs and half with the rest of the girls. Before my isolation, i was given a paper and pen to sign; i then began reading what i was signing for. The cop got pissed off at my for some reason.
After a period of time (not sure the exact time, for they did not have clocks) i cried myself to sleep asleep cowering in a corner. It wasn't much of a nap. Then the finger printing came into place. I am still in shock. I refused to put my hands on the machine for a period of time. The officer then took my hand in a manner. In my first ever "criminal picture"; you could just see: "WHAT THE FUCK?!" slash "are you kidding me?!" slance. I would of smiled if i wasnt actually feeling that way; to the extreme.
The rest of the night; i kept kindly asking the officers that were passing by for a snack; water even. They just kept ignoring me. I didn't give up until they moved me.
Yet another finger prints comes in; this time on paper. I looked at both officers and held the pen in my hand. "Are you serious?" Not knowing, nor hearing my plea. The officer then viciously grabs my hand dabs in the ink and forcefully onto the paper. "i still refuse to sign this; im not even suppose to be here." In fact the pen, which was of a professional kind didn't work. "press harder!" As another officer tells me that i should stop doing ecstasy. I got soo pissed.
Again in an other isolation, this time with my shirt back. But not my purse. Nor food or water that i asked for. I actually still do need to file my baggage claim.
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I really liked your set. You are beautiful!