good thing im a ridiculously functional alcoholic then!
good thing im a ridiculously functional alcoholic then!
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They cut me loose halfway through the shift, I was on desk duty away from the public (handling complaints via phone calls pretty much)
It is now that point in the year when the Florida heat and humidity renders a case of swamp ass to any excursion outdoors that lasts longer than 2 minutes.
Friends being not so friendsy. Fuck da world.
Nearly got run over by one of those fat bitches on a riding cart at Winn Dixie. Then when we both stop short and I politely say, "Excuse me," she starts going again and nearly hits me again! So I responded (much less politely) by saying, "Yeah, when I said 'excuse me,' I meant fucking plow right into me," and walked away.
Those fucking motorized carts are the absolute worst.
lol
welp
Fuck off lol
i like ths strollers with giant ass spokes. you can quickly shove a stick in them bitches and send that ugly ass spawn flying, that'll teach em to try and hog up the aisles
"oh, but the baby" fuck you, too many goddamn people on the planet anyhow
Fuck dealing with the public and all the bullshit they pull.
Show up to work today and before I can even clock in, another manager finds me and tells me one of the projectors isn't working right. I see if there is anything I can do before the movie starts so we don't lose the show. We're standing at the projector trying different things and some asshole is waving at us. Yes, I know something is wrong, what do you think I'm doing in here?
Trying to give refunds, everybody is clustered around, talking at once, because they have places to be. Fuck off, you were going to be in a movie for the next 2 hours, there isn't anywhere you are in a rush to be.
3 hours later, shit really starts. Somebody was so upset that we were trying to fix the problem instead of telling them what the problem was that they contacted the President and CEO of the company. So they push it all the way back to us and want us to write statements about what happened.
Letter they sent was basically that some lady was pissed that we wouldn't stop what we were doing (trying to fix the problem) and explain to her what the problem was. According to her, she had the lead the charge to get some answers. Then she was butting in and trying to explain to us workers how the other people wanted their refunds. Because she is a business owner herself and knows our job and we were doing it wrong.
Fuck all these people who think they know our jobs better than we do. Quit saying you were ignored for 20 minutes after the movie started when the refunds were done 10 minutes after. And fuck my bosses too because I'm sure they're going to send her a bunch of free stuff and I might lose my job.
Plus, I was wearing a brand new pair of pants, so I wasn't feeling all that great to begin with.
Publix is generally more expensive and I really only go there for things I can't get at Winn Dixie. Plus, Winn Dixie has fuelperks, so when I use my Winn Dixie card and I purchase certain items, I can get a good chunk off per gallon of gas. This week I got 45 cents off per gallon, and with me driving to and from USF every day of the week, it's necessary.
I'm having a minor surgery this morning, no big deal, but I haven't been able to eat or drink since midnight, and since I work nights and this is just when I'm up, I'm just sitting around hungry and really, really thirsty.
I was mostly teasing lol. I had a bad personal history with Winn Dixie so I'm biased but I know how expensive shit is too. I also haven't lived in Florida since 2002 so things change like gas rewards lol.
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Hubby overslepttoday fforgetting he had to drop me off for a doctor appointment
MAN UP BUTTERCUP
I've had more colonoscopies in the last 10 years than most of you will have your entire lives. For each and every one of them, not only was I not allowed to eat the day prior/drink 6 hours beforehand, but I also had to swallow a gallon of laxatives. YES YOU FUCKING READ THAT RIGHT A MOTHERFUCKING GALLON OF GOD-AWFUL LIME-FLAVORED SYRUPY LAXATIVES
i literally can't do it anymore. As soon as I smell the limey awfulness, my stomach heaves and I can't keep anything down. Supposedly there are other laxatives available, but every time I ask, they end up giving me the same old shit, so I end up having to have enemas. Have you ever had an enema? It's where they stick a tube up your ass and fill your ass with water. Because they're doing it to clear the shit out, they have to do it repeatedly. I have... unpleasant symptoms on my ass, making the whole thing extremely painful.
anyway i feel you, man. i usually plan out a nice post-op meal. Pannekouken is my favorite.