Taco, Burrito…

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.