smashtastic

Wwwwwwwwhat's ap.

It's a wonderful day in smashleyville, bright and sunny and freshly unemployed.
And I love it.

I called my asshole boss over the phone last night to let her know that my old job had bought me back with a raise and I start monday.
This, being all bullshit just to avoid drama, caught her quite offguard.
But I guess since I called at the end of my self-proclaimed last shift, and the day before her boss comes in to see how things are running, I would be pissed to.
But her and her mother are superbitches from asser space. Ohhhhh, that was a slick one.

It felt excellent, and considering they're both really rediculous women with zero people skills, and the fact that I actually worked under the table, I didn't legally have to give my two weeks notice.

I wanted to screw them over without using profanity or insults, but rather politely excusing myself from their service and saying goodbye on the telephone before I got an earfull.
The last thing I said was "I'll be in tomorrow to pick up my last pay and commision I'm owed. Thanks, bye!"

So anyways, enough about them. I'm feeling great, I got a full nights' sleep, and it's sunnyshiny outside.
It's too bad Christina Aguilera is playing on the tv too out of my reach for me to leisurely change the channel. But that's okay, even Xtina can't ruin my day.

I'm off to look at the lovely young ladies who have gone live,
Cheers my lovelies!
Smash.