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i don't even know what to say. my stomach is killing me, and it's not from the job. well, it is, but it ain't.
the GM is a very nice person. her sidekick....not so much. i can see this chick coming at me from a hundred miles away. i'm not sure i have enough eyes to watch her.
this was further confirmed by LC, my trainer, who is a nice guy, works his ass off between two hotels (two kids and a baby mama, dontcha know) and is not impressed with Miss S, who started two weeks ago.
he says, doan werry. eberybody knows.
yeah. everybody knows already, after only two weeks. this is not a good sign.
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i won't get a paycheck for three weeks.
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i hate my fucking schedule. HATE IT. is there a reason to work me six days in a row in my first week? and please, that whole bullshit thing about pay weeks or whatever is not flying here. one day on, one day off, six days on? one day off?
NO.
i'm sorry, i'm not trying to be a prima donna here, really. but godDAMN, i told her in the interview four days a week. that doesn't mean four days in one work week running in to four days the next work week, one day off, and switch!
*sigh* okay. and then i say to Myself, "Self? What the fuck you bitchin' about? It's not like you're spending six days digging ditches in the scorching sun, ya big whiny crybaby."
and Myself says, "Self? FUCK OFF. I am really not in the mood for your sarcastic, self-righteous crapola tonight, really."
Self rolls her eyes and says, "Oh, I get it. You missed "Dancing With The Stars" tonight and it's got your panties all in a bunch."
"See what I mean?" Myself sighs. "But yeah, now that you mention it, that did piss me off. Actually, I'm fucking T.I.R.E.D and W.I.R.E.D, know what I mean? I banged out nine articles since last night, one more to go."
"Why aren't you working on it now? You know, this blogging thing is like crack to you. Why can't you get paid for it? Other people do."
"Other people talk about a lot more interesting things than I do. And to answer your first question, Miss NOSY, the best thing that happened to me today was when I took a look at my assignment paperwork and realized this stuff isn't due until Wednesday."
Self gigglesnarkles so hard, I'm starting to take offense. It wasn't THAT funny. Myself waits for her to gain some control. She's such a bitch.
When she's caught her breath, I cross my arms and say, "Ya alright there? I don't see the humor."
Self snorts. "That's your problem. You'll see it tomorrow, I promise."
"You think you know me so well."
"Yeah. I do."
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so that was a huge relief. even though i'll have them all done tomorrow. i could have finished the last one tonight, but i am running on fumes.
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it was not an easy assignment, because i'm not really familiar with this kind of work (it's a little different than what i usually do,) another reason i want to get it in early. that way, if there are edits, it should be no problem to tweak them (i don't work until 2-11 on wednesday.) it was challenging, interesting, and i learned a lot about how i work and when i work. good information to have.
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the puppy was SO GOOD. i crated him and worried the whole time. but he was fine, happy to see me, happier to pee and poop, and right now is chewing my feet. we did some lovin's on the couch, ate some treats, stuck our entire face in the water bowl, and had a cat crunchie for dessert. *sigh*.
he's such a disgusting little creature. i'm sure glad i got my lovin's BEFORE dessert.
not that i liked the lovin's thing. i didn't. i don't even like the little fuckah. it's part of his training, you know. YOU KNOW.
shut up.
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i said ZIP IT.
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i'm thinking about writing an e-book, selling it on the 'net, and making about a buck fifty. anyone have any topic suggestions? i'm serious.
no dogs.
i mean it.
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'kk, it's about two hours past my normal bedtime. it's gonna be weird working this shift for a while.
oh, the job? sheeeeit. nothing to it. not a crack ho or pimp in sight.
thanks be to jayzuz.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
****
i don't even know what to say. my stomach is killing me, and it's not from the job. well, it is, but it ain't.
the GM is a very nice person. her sidekick....not so much. i can see this chick coming at me from a hundred miles away. i'm not sure i have enough eyes to watch her.
this was further confirmed by LC, my trainer, who is a nice guy, works his ass off between two hotels (two kids and a baby mama, dontcha know) and is not impressed with Miss S, who started two weeks ago.
he says, doan werry. eberybody knows.
yeah. everybody knows already, after only two weeks. this is not a good sign.
****
i won't get a paycheck for three weeks.
****
i hate my fucking schedule. HATE IT. is there a reason to work me six days in a row in my first week? and please, that whole bullshit thing about pay weeks or whatever is not flying here. one day on, one day off, six days on? one day off?
NO.
i'm sorry, i'm not trying to be a prima donna here, really. but godDAMN, i told her in the interview four days a week. that doesn't mean four days in one work week running in to four days the next work week, one day off, and switch!
*sigh* okay. and then i say to Myself, "Self? What the fuck you bitchin' about? It's not like you're spending six days digging ditches in the scorching sun, ya big whiny crybaby."
and Myself says, "Self? FUCK OFF. I am really not in the mood for your sarcastic, self-righteous crapola tonight, really."
Self rolls her eyes and says, "Oh, I get it. You missed "Dancing With The Stars" tonight and it's got your panties all in a bunch."
"See what I mean?" Myself sighs. "But yeah, now that you mention it, that did piss me off. Actually, I'm fucking T.I.R.E.D and W.I.R.E.D, know what I mean? I banged out nine articles since last night, one more to go."
"Why aren't you working on it now? You know, this blogging thing is like crack to you. Why can't you get paid for it? Other people do."
"Other people talk about a lot more interesting things than I do. And to answer your first question, Miss NOSY, the best thing that happened to me today was when I took a look at my assignment paperwork and realized this stuff isn't due until Wednesday."
Self gigglesnarkles so hard, I'm starting to take offense. It wasn't THAT funny. Myself waits for her to gain some control. She's such a bitch.
When she's caught her breath, I cross my arms and say, "Ya alright there? I don't see the humor."
Self snorts. "That's your problem. You'll see it tomorrow, I promise."
"You think you know me so well."
"Yeah. I do."
****
so that was a huge relief. even though i'll have them all done tomorrow. i could have finished the last one tonight, but i am running on fumes.
****
it was not an easy assignment, because i'm not really familiar with this kind of work (it's a little different than what i usually do,) another reason i want to get it in early. that way, if there are edits, it should be no problem to tweak them (i don't work until 2-11 on wednesday.) it was challenging, interesting, and i learned a lot about how i work and when i work. good information to have.
****
the puppy was SO GOOD. i crated him and worried the whole time. but he was fine, happy to see me, happier to pee and poop, and right now is chewing my feet. we did some lovin's on the couch, ate some treats, stuck our entire face in the water bowl, and had a cat crunchie for dessert. *sigh*.
he's such a disgusting little creature. i'm sure glad i got my lovin's BEFORE dessert.
not that i liked the lovin's thing. i didn't. i don't even like the little fuckah. it's part of his training, you know. YOU KNOW.
shut up.
****
i said ZIP IT.
****
i'm thinking about writing an e-book, selling it on the 'net, and making about a buck fifty. anyone have any topic suggestions? i'm serious.
no dogs.
i mean it.
****
'kk, it's about two hours past my normal bedtime. it's gonna be weird working this shift for a while.
oh, the job? sheeeeit. nothing to it. not a crack ho or pimp in sight.
thanks be to jayzuz.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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