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Saturday, July 29, 2006
what drink I am
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Things you don't want to know about the people you work with!!!!
I know all of you out there have been the victum of this sort of sad sad perdicament. It starts inacently enought with a couple of co-workers talking about why someone needed to be fired. Then one of these said co-workers go well because of what went on at this person (who was fired) house she can no longer look at some employees in the face. Now being the kind of person I am I really want to know, but I know that it is not in my best interest to know. Then the co-worker confirms that you really don't want to know.
I really wish this was good enough for me but it wasn't. But I do try. I go back out on the floor to kill my last half hour of work. So I walk up to my floor and begin talking to another co-worker. I was getting ready to leave so I was probably telling her well honestly who knows what I was telling her and who cares it what comes after that counts. SO I say to her don't you hate when someone tells you they know something that you don't know, and you know you don't want to know, but its really just killing you not to know.
This current co-worker gets super excited to know what I don't know. She is actually almost giddy. Trying to figure out the newest bit of store gossip. So I tell her about the above converstaion with the first co-worker. To which she responds by saying, "you don't know that everyone knows that even HR" Ok so not only am I way out of the loop for information that I REALLY don't want to know, but now this co-worker is not going to shut before I know what is going on.
So now I'm going to share with all of you what I learned that I really would have been better off not knowing. Turns out there is a girl on the floor that I work on (who I honestly couldn't stand to start with) who fucked three guys that also work in our store at one time. Then later did the same thing in the fired employee's hot tub with two other people and one more guy from the first time. All five of the guys work in our store, and one of them is like twice her age. Apparently there were no condoms involved. And on top of all this fablous informatioin I get to learn what the girl who was actaully slutty enough to fuck three guys she worked with twice, had to say. One came real quick, one wasn't packing, and one rocked her world.
Are you fucking kidding me. Apparently lots of people are fucking, and they are not kidding me about it. And for the record these are all people who do have to report to me at some points in there day. ICK ICK ICK now I can't look six people I work with in the face either. Sometimes it really is better not to know things. Damn me and my needing to know things.
I really wish this was good enough for me but it wasn't. But I do try. I go back out on the floor to kill my last half hour of work. So I walk up to my floor and begin talking to another co-worker. I was getting ready to leave so I was probably telling her well honestly who knows what I was telling her and who cares it what comes after that counts. SO I say to her don't you hate when someone tells you they know something that you don't know, and you know you don't want to know, but its really just killing you not to know.
This current co-worker gets super excited to know what I don't know. She is actually almost giddy. Trying to figure out the newest bit of store gossip. So I tell her about the above converstaion with the first co-worker. To which she responds by saying, "you don't know that everyone knows that even HR" Ok so not only am I way out of the loop for information that I REALLY don't want to know, but now this co-worker is not going to shut before I know what is going on.
So now I'm going to share with all of you what I learned that I really would have been better off not knowing. Turns out there is a girl on the floor that I work on (who I honestly couldn't stand to start with) who fucked three guys that also work in our store at one time. Then later did the same thing in the fired employee's hot tub with two other people and one more guy from the first time. All five of the guys work in our store, and one of them is like twice her age. Apparently there were no condoms involved. And on top of all this fablous informatioin I get to learn what the girl who was actaully slutty enough to fuck three guys she worked with twice, had to say. One came real quick, one wasn't packing, and one rocked her world.
Are you fucking kidding me. Apparently lots of people are fucking, and they are not kidding me about it. And for the record these are all people who do have to report to me at some points in there day. ICK ICK ICK now I can't look six people I work with in the face either. Sometimes it really is better not to know things. Damn me and my needing to know things.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
What is wrong with this world
Ok Tenley this is all for you ok
So I have decied what I hate most (ok well today anyways), I hate the stupid motherfuckers on the L that don't move all the way down the isle to let more people on the train. Seriously there are many many thinks about L riding that irratate me, but this has got to take the cake. I'm not a big fan of cramming onto the train. I'm not a huge fan of people touching my on the train in any way shape or form. I don't like the men who haven't yet figured out what the appropriate amount of cologne is. I certianly don't like whoever is responsible for the piss smell on the train. I don't like it when there are super scary crazy people on the train. But seriously how hard is it to move down the damn isle.
Here's the thing. I'm on the red line today on my way home from work, and I was actually standing in the isle. And there is not one but two jackass men that think it is comepletly ok to watch everyone try to cram into the train, or as the case is during rush hour wait for the next train becasue they are two retarded to move in. I really don't know what it is at all. Its like they can't figure out that the handles build into the damn seats are for them to hold onto while their standing there. Its total rudeness. Today a guy who couldn't get on the train because of one of these said Jackass' actually knocked on the window and not so politly asked the guy to move down. The dude still didn't move. In fact later on an older women had to completely push him to the side to get into the open space he was refusing to use.
I really just don't understand at all. Mostly because I've been victum to the hell that it is to be in the cramed crowd by the doors. Where if your me you actually have to look at the ceiling to breathe semi-normal air. I really don't get it is there no train rules anymore. Seriously. There are just somethings people must obide by on the train.
They are easy and simple. first get the fuck up if you are 35 or younger for anyone who appears to be older than you. Or at the very least attempt to get and let them decied. This goes double for men cause seriously it just does. second move into the damn empt space so others can get on the train. Its just the way it is. Then if you want to try to avoid smelling at all that would be good took, but I figure it is highly unlikely that the smelly people are at home reading my blog on the internet.
So I have decied what I hate most (ok well today anyways), I hate the stupid motherfuckers on the L that don't move all the way down the isle to let more people on the train. Seriously there are many many thinks about L riding that irratate me, but this has got to take the cake. I'm not a big fan of cramming onto the train. I'm not a huge fan of people touching my on the train in any way shape or form. I don't like the men who haven't yet figured out what the appropriate amount of cologne is. I certianly don't like whoever is responsible for the piss smell on the train. I don't like it when there are super scary crazy people on the train. But seriously how hard is it to move down the damn isle.
Here's the thing. I'm on the red line today on my way home from work, and I was actually standing in the isle. And there is not one but two jackass men that think it is comepletly ok to watch everyone try to cram into the train, or as the case is during rush hour wait for the next train becasue they are two retarded to move in. I really don't know what it is at all. Its like they can't figure out that the handles build into the damn seats are for them to hold onto while their standing there. Its total rudeness. Today a guy who couldn't get on the train because of one of these said Jackass' actually knocked on the window and not so politly asked the guy to move down. The dude still didn't move. In fact later on an older women had to completely push him to the side to get into the open space he was refusing to use.
I really just don't understand at all. Mostly because I've been victum to the hell that it is to be in the cramed crowd by the doors. Where if your me you actually have to look at the ceiling to breathe semi-normal air. I really don't get it is there no train rules anymore. Seriously. There are just somethings people must obide by on the train.
They are easy and simple. first get the fuck up if you are 35 or younger for anyone who appears to be older than you. Or at the very least attempt to get and let them decied. This goes double for men cause seriously it just does. second move into the damn empt space so others can get on the train. Its just the way it is. Then if you want to try to avoid smelling at all that would be good took, but I figure it is highly unlikely that the smelly people are at home reading my blog on the internet.
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