Darling Clementine

Yet it is in our idleness,
in our dreams,
that the submerged truth
sometimes comes to the top.

–Virginia Woolf

Fellow Southerners… it’s too hot to function. The 8-million degree weather has come a bit too early this Summer. I’m already starting to run words and sentences together because it’s just too hot to talk properly. I know that you, my fellow Southerners, will understand what I’m saying. To everyone else, sorry.

Anyway, I’m going to post one last time about work, and then I’m going to stop until something monumentally epic happens. For now, I’ll leave you with this little hilarious tidbit… Princess Babypants (the trouble-making no longer working here “new girl”) once told our security guard something along the lines of (because I’ve forgotten the actual words), “I’m smart and pretty soon I’ll have [skank bag]‘s job.”

Excusez-moi un moment s’il vous plaît… bwahahahahahaha… hahahahaha… hahahahahaha. Ha! Are you kidding me, lady? You couldn’t even do the job you were hired to do and you think you can run the warehouse? You bitched about having to do work (period) and you seriously think you can do her job? You delusional bastard.

Ha, anyway… I think I’m going to go PW-protect the work entries. Not because I’m paranoid or give a shit if anyone finds them; but because I don’t want to look at ‘em anymore. I’m going to try to start focusing on the positive side of things (coughhippiecough) and whatnot. I think I’ll post all future work entries with a password & if you want to read ‘em, feel free to let me know and I’ll send you the password. Unless something epically stupid/funny/sad happens… well, then I’m just going to tell the whole entire world.

Well, it seems that someone DOES have balls after all. ha ha! We were a tad worried there for a second. Princess Babypants doesn’t get to weasel her way back into the company and Skank Britches didn’t get her way. I would have come home and had a celebratory beer, but it’s 11’000 degrees outside and I’m too busy drinking 4x my weight in water.

Mmm, water.

Also… new theme. I drew that bird, so if you steal I’ll stab you in the face. Oh, and if random German pops up on some pages, just bear with me. I got tired of translating. There’s a still a few more things to work out (like completing the sidebar, ), but I’ll worry about those later. So, enjoy… the birdie bites.