I am so unbelievably angry right now, I can't promise much of this post will make sense.
I hate that racist bitch in work with every fiber of my being. I hate her with the passion of a BAZILLION fiery suns. I don't even know how I am going to go to work tomorrow because I am going to take one look at her and just want to tear her another asshole.
The fat fucking cunt took her good old time doing work today. She received charts at 12:30. I did not get them until almost 3. More than likely due to the fact that every fucking time I went out to get work (because heaven forbid she get off of her huge fat ass to bring them back to me) she was as usual either on a personal call or playing on Facebook. I was not able to stay late, so I did what needed to be done and would finish the rest tomorrow. And I told her that.
So what does she do? Like the little immature bitch she is, she must have went and sent our boss an email, because something kept telling me to check my work email and so I did and sure enough, there is an email bitching me out for not finishing my work. First off, I always, ALWAYS, get done whatever is needed for the next day. I have NEVER ONCE did not. I stayed late the other day to finish because little fat bitch here took her good old time finishing her work. Second, I did what needed to be done for the dumbass time frame my boss gave me.
I am beyond livid. If I could walk out I would. My mother told me I need to speak up, even if it goes in one ear and out the other (which more than likely it will, just like every other complaint made about this cunt). But I have no idea how I am going to approach this without completely losing my cool. I am also half tempted to just completely ignore the entire situation.
I am so emotionally taxed between home, life in general, work, That Thing....I just don't know how much fucking more I can take. I am almost 28 years old and I have still not finished school, but I am terrified to go back because I am so concerned that it is just going to be too much on me emotionally. I am terrified of failure. Plus I have no idea what to do. I am tired of having to clean up everyone else's messes in work. I am tired of having or even being nice and offering to do everyone else's job and then getting in trouble for it. I am tired of being told to do something and then I get in trouble for doing it. I am so fucking sick and tired of everything.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
The Headline Of The Day
Abercrombie asks Jersey Shore cast not to wear their items - Aug. 16, 2011
Oh smack!
I don't know who's side to take in this, er, situation. It's always nice to see someone rip apart a Durrrsey Shur person, but then again, this criticism is coming from a store that seems to constantly be at the center of controversey (racism, thongs and padded bikinis for little girls- WTF?), so on what planet do they have any room to criticize someone else?
I hate Abercrappie & Fitch with the passion of a million fiery suns and frankly, if I were to open my internet browser one day and see an article that says every A&F store simultaneously spontaneously combusted, it would make my fucking day.
UPDATE: Abercrombie & Fitch Stock Falls After Offer to The Situation : Just Jared
God, if he looked any gayer in that picture....he also looks like a little boy who doesn't get enough attention. Look, Mommy, I has abs! And a belly button. Pay attention to me!
Oh god, there is no stopping the growth of that ego now. Can it get any bigger?
This is what needs to be done to his ego. Every single part of the picture.
Oh smack!
I don't know who's side to take in this, er, situation. It's always nice to see someone rip apart a Durrrsey Shur person, but then again, this criticism is coming from a store that seems to constantly be at the center of controversey (racism, thongs and padded bikinis for little girls- WTF?), so on what planet do they have any room to criticize someone else?
I hate Abercrappie & Fitch with the passion of a million fiery suns and frankly, if I were to open my internet browser one day and see an article that says every A&F store simultaneously spontaneously combusted, it would make my fucking day.
UPDATE: Abercrombie & Fitch Stock Falls After Offer to The Situation : Just Jared
God, if he looked any gayer in that picture....he also looks like a little boy who doesn't get enough attention. Look, Mommy, I has abs! And a belly button. Pay attention to me!
Oh god, there is no stopping the growth of that ego now. Can it get any bigger?
This is what needs to be done to his ego. Every single part of the picture.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Video Of The Day
I haven't heard it in a while in work, but whenever I do, I always want to scream along with it:
I could have used this song today. I amazingly came back to a straightened office, but I came back to a huge pile of charts. Apparently, the lazy cunt only did what she absolutely needed to do.
I could have used this song today. I amazingly came back to a straightened office, but I came back to a huge pile of charts. Apparently, the lazy cunt only did what she absolutely needed to do.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Picture Of The Day
I haven't even been that obsessed with it, but I did it! I finally did it! I broke 1000 plays!
Random Thoughts
Well, that was a quick vacation. As expected. It also went a lot better than I expected. The past few days were actually some of the best days I had in a while. It was the first time in a long time where I repeatedly laughed so hard my sides hurt. I just hate how trashy Wildwood is becoming. It is such a huge part of my childhood and seeing it heading down the path it is is just depressing.
Now it is time to head back the hellhole. I hate to see the mess that fucking bitch is going to leave me in my office. I keep praying that tomorrow comes my Me, Myself & Irene moment. I just know all I am going to want to do is pick up my shredding bin, take it in the center, dump it over her head, and scream "clean up your own damn mess, you lazy fucking cow! I'm not your mother!"
I was thinking one day how whenever I complain about guys always going for trashy girls, I pretty much always get the same response- oh those aren't the girls they want to marry. Please! They usually do marry them! Almost every ho I went to high school with is married.
I am so sick of people sugarcoating this relationship shit to me. Just because I have never been in one doesn't mean I don't know anything about them. I mean, for God's sake, I have never had sex and I seem to know more about it than most people who are having it.
So I finally broke down and fanned the Sitch on Facebook. And boy does that boy clog up my newsfeed with postings! I swear, he has posted about fanning *shudders* his brother Marc to get him to 45,000 fans about 6,000 times in the past few days.
It's funny, because when you read through comments on things he posts, a lot of people slam him and it's like, well, why did you become a fan of him? Makes no sense to me. And I am not talking regular bashing. I am talking pretty nasty names, even for a douchebag like him. "Fag" is a cruel word and not acceptable no matter how much of a jackass the recipient is.
I also realized something extremely depressing- any of the people who do actually praise him are all like 12 years old. Tween girls, possibly the most annoying age group of children in history and on earth, who shouldn't even know who he is, seem to be the ones who think he is hot. That is disturbing on so many levels. Jesus....I never realized I had that terrible taste in men. Yick!
I hate to admit, but reading some of his posts, he does actually seem like a really nice guy. And honestly, I don't really find it much of a surprise. And you know what the sad part is? I would actually like to meet him. But I never would. I would never dare put myself in his presence.
But the other day I came across this:
His abs were on vacation? I wonder where they went.
He actually has to brag about unveiling his abs? There have been pictures recently from the filming of the *pukes* 5th season. Before this FB posting. So why is it an unveiling?
And why does he insist on referring to himself in the third person?
Wait a minute....
Bitch, please.
Now it is time to head back the hellhole. I hate to see the mess that fucking bitch is going to leave me in my office. I keep praying that tomorrow comes my Me, Myself & Irene moment. I just know all I am going to want to do is pick up my shredding bin, take it in the center, dump it over her head, and scream "clean up your own damn mess, you lazy fucking cow! I'm not your mother!"
I was thinking one day how whenever I complain about guys always going for trashy girls, I pretty much always get the same response- oh those aren't the girls they want to marry. Please! They usually do marry them! Almost every ho I went to high school with is married.
I am so sick of people sugarcoating this relationship shit to me. Just because I have never been in one doesn't mean I don't know anything about them. I mean, for God's sake, I have never had sex and I seem to know more about it than most people who are having it.
So I finally broke down and fanned the Sitch on Facebook. And boy does that boy clog up my newsfeed with postings! I swear, he has posted about fanning *shudders* his brother Marc to get him to 45,000 fans about 6,000 times in the past few days.
It's funny, because when you read through comments on things he posts, a lot of people slam him and it's like, well, why did you become a fan of him? Makes no sense to me. And I am not talking regular bashing. I am talking pretty nasty names, even for a douchebag like him. "Fag" is a cruel word and not acceptable no matter how much of a jackass the recipient is.
I also realized something extremely depressing- any of the people who do actually praise him are all like 12 years old. Tween girls, possibly the most annoying age group of children in history and on earth, who shouldn't even know who he is, seem to be the ones who think he is hot. That is disturbing on so many levels. Jesus....I never realized I had that terrible taste in men. Yick!
I hate to admit, but reading some of his posts, he does actually seem like a really nice guy. And honestly, I don't really find it much of a surprise. And you know what the sad part is? I would actually like to meet him. But I never would. I would never dare put myself in his presence.
But the other day I came across this:
His abs were on vacation? I wonder where they went.
He actually has to brag about unveiling his abs? There have been pictures recently from the filming of the *pukes* 5th season. Before this FB posting. So why is it an unveiling?
And why does he insist on referring to himself in the third person?
Wait a minute....
Bitch, please.
The Headline Of The Day
Actually it's from the other day:
Big Spring, Texas To Recycle Urine In The Face Of Massive Drought
This is all I could think of:
Big Spring, Texas To Recycle Urine In The Face Of Massive Drought
This is all I could think of:
Monday, August 8, 2011
Quote Of The Day
From "War Is The H Word":
Leela: [shouting] Come on! We gotta save Bender.
[She climbs onto the helicopter.]
Fry: You wanna save him too, Lemon? You barely know him.
[Leela pulls him onto the helicopter.]
Leela: Fry, don't you recognise me?
Fry: [squinting] Hermes?
Friday, August 5, 2011
Random Thoughts
Except for fretting over gaining a ton of weight, I cannot wait to go on vacation. Seriously. If I do not get out of work soon, I am going to absolutely lose my freaking mind.
I thought I was getting better with dealing with my WA, but now she is trying my patience again. Saying stupid shit, not getting humor, leaving early, saying "me too" way too much. She left early the other day because apparently her doctor wanted her to come in earlier. I blew up the next day, telling her that yes I may be anal but I am sick and tired of the people in the place and that we are giving a schedule to clock in at EIGHT and leave at FOUR THIRTY. What was her response? I am not being anal, she agrees with me. I just sat stunned for a few minutes and I had to bite my tongue from absolutely losing it on her. She of the never clocks in at eight and is constantly leaving early. And takes long lunch breaks. I am sick and tired of listening to her bitch about other people talking and then she goes back and spends a half hour or more talking. She went back at 3:30 today. She was still there when I left at 4:30. And this is not including the 15 to 30 minute yak session earlier and when we stopped to have cake after lunch for someone's birthday.
Earlier in the week I had a hairy problem with a file and I was dreading asking for help with it, so I made some joke in an email to her about contemplating stabbing myself with my staple remover and then adding "j/k" after it. She responds back with "not funny". I was half-tempted to storm up there and scream oh get a fucking sense of humor! Anyone who knows me well enough knows how I feel about suicide and that I would never make light of it. Plus, just because I said I was going to stab myself doesn't mean I was going to kill myself. Give me a fucking break, bitch!
One day I was waiting for some work to do and I happen to see the racist bitch at my WA's doorway talking. About 15 minutes later I still see her up there, so I send my WA an email demanding to know how long she has been standing there talking. She responds back with that the three of them have been talking for about 10 minutes. I was so pissed at this point that I didn't even respond back and a few minutes later I get another email telling me that the racist bitch was telling my WA and the other girl why she broke up with her boyfriend while she was waiting to work with the doctor on that day. I wanted to write back with "and your point is?".
And during the cake eating today, it got on the topic of children and I had to hear from everyone about how wonderful they are and how those who don't have them want them so bad and I just wanted to vomit. I am the only person in the office who does not have children AND has no desire to have them. I was praying in my head that no one would ask me about wanting children because I know the second "I don't want them" comes out of my mouth, then it will be "oh you will change your mind!". And of course my WA starts about how much she wants a baby and it was that point that I was really about to blow chunks. Please. I beg you. DO NOT PROCREATE.
I always have to hear about how she is so insecure and always worried about some girl or another taking her boyfriend away from her. I met him and wanted to laugh hysterically and say to her, "you are honestly worried about someone stealing him away from you?". He's nothing to look at! And very fat. I mean, I know I am kind of vain, but if women are actually knocking down the door to steal him left and right, then I really have no concept of the world I live in.
My WA is convinced our main doctor checks her out all the time. Sure, he is a man, and seems like he has a wandering eye, but the idea of someone of his snooty ass caliber checking out someone like her- a multi-tattoed, multi-pierced, too tight clothes wearing, food constantly stuck in her teeth, bleach blonde with a tongue stud- is hysterical. I guffaw at the thought.
I was complaining (shocking isn't it) one day to her about how I can't stand girls who call themselves princesses. Of course, she says she gets it sometimes. I fucking hate that whole princess mentality. Why don't these girls just call themselves what they really are- cunts? I'm a cunt. A big one. I won't deny it. Am I proud of it? Not particularly. But I am not going to call myself a princess as an excuse to be one. Besides, why be princess when you can be queen?
And the one that my WA talks to all the time, I love her. She is a very nice person. But I am honestly starting to see why one of her co-workers in her department may (or may not) have made a comment about having to do the bulk of the work. If she is not talking with my WA, a lot of times I go back to grab files, I see her playing on her phone. I am getting to the point where I am starting to wonder how much work she actually puts out a day. Average five minutes of transcription a patient. Think how much more could get done in those long chat sessions.
Last week I had seen that the episode of Yo Gabba Gabba with MGMT was going to be on at 10:30 and I had to watch it. Unfortunately we only get Nick Jr on the big TV so we needed to chase my father to bed. My mom mentions something to him about it and he makes some comment pissily that oh I can't get it in my bedroom and watch it in there. I felt like storming out and saying BITCH PLEASE! You have the TV 15 hours a day! It won't kill you to give it up for a half hour.
There has been this story on the news the past couple day that is frankly annoying the hell out of me that they keep talking about. She is not the first and she is not going to be the last one!
I swear. I cannot take it. I am really about to lose my freaking mind. I feel like my life is becoming a real life version of "Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger. I don't even know what that means.
I thought I was getting better with dealing with my WA, but now she is trying my patience again. Saying stupid shit, not getting humor, leaving early, saying "me too" way too much. She left early the other day because apparently her doctor wanted her to come in earlier. I blew up the next day, telling her that yes I may be anal but I am sick and tired of the people in the place and that we are giving a schedule to clock in at EIGHT and leave at FOUR THIRTY. What was her response? I am not being anal, she agrees with me. I just sat stunned for a few minutes and I had to bite my tongue from absolutely losing it on her. She of the never clocks in at eight and is constantly leaving early. And takes long lunch breaks. I am sick and tired of listening to her bitch about other people talking and then she goes back and spends a half hour or more talking. She went back at 3:30 today. She was still there when I left at 4:30. And this is not including the 15 to 30 minute yak session earlier and when we stopped to have cake after lunch for someone's birthday.
Earlier in the week I had a hairy problem with a file and I was dreading asking for help with it, so I made some joke in an email to her about contemplating stabbing myself with my staple remover and then adding "j/k" after it. She responds back with "not funny". I was half-tempted to storm up there and scream oh get a fucking sense of humor! Anyone who knows me well enough knows how I feel about suicide and that I would never make light of it. Plus, just because I said I was going to stab myself doesn't mean I was going to kill myself. Give me a fucking break, bitch!
One day I was waiting for some work to do and I happen to see the racist bitch at my WA's doorway talking. About 15 minutes later I still see her up there, so I send my WA an email demanding to know how long she has been standing there talking. She responds back with that the three of them have been talking for about 10 minutes. I was so pissed at this point that I didn't even respond back and a few minutes later I get another email telling me that the racist bitch was telling my WA and the other girl why she broke up with her boyfriend while she was waiting to work with the doctor on that day. I wanted to write back with "and your point is?".
And during the cake eating today, it got on the topic of children and I had to hear from everyone about how wonderful they are and how those who don't have them want them so bad and I just wanted to vomit. I am the only person in the office who does not have children AND has no desire to have them. I was praying in my head that no one would ask me about wanting children because I know the second "I don't want them" comes out of my mouth, then it will be "oh you will change your mind!". And of course my WA starts about how much she wants a baby and it was that point that I was really about to blow chunks. Please. I beg you. DO NOT PROCREATE.
I always have to hear about how she is so insecure and always worried about some girl or another taking her boyfriend away from her. I met him and wanted to laugh hysterically and say to her, "you are honestly worried about someone stealing him away from you?". He's nothing to look at! And very fat. I mean, I know I am kind of vain, but if women are actually knocking down the door to steal him left and right, then I really have no concept of the world I live in.
My WA is convinced our main doctor checks her out all the time. Sure, he is a man, and seems like he has a wandering eye, but the idea of someone of his snooty ass caliber checking out someone like her- a multi-tattoed, multi-pierced, too tight clothes wearing, food constantly stuck in her teeth, bleach blonde with a tongue stud- is hysterical. I guffaw at the thought.
I was complaining (shocking isn't it) one day to her about how I can't stand girls who call themselves princesses. Of course, she says she gets it sometimes. I fucking hate that whole princess mentality. Why don't these girls just call themselves what they really are- cunts? I'm a cunt. A big one. I won't deny it. Am I proud of it? Not particularly. But I am not going to call myself a princess as an excuse to be one. Besides, why be princess when you can be queen?
And the one that my WA talks to all the time, I love her. She is a very nice person. But I am honestly starting to see why one of her co-workers in her department may (or may not) have made a comment about having to do the bulk of the work. If she is not talking with my WA, a lot of times I go back to grab files, I see her playing on her phone. I am getting to the point where I am starting to wonder how much work she actually puts out a day. Average five minutes of transcription a patient. Think how much more could get done in those long chat sessions.
Last week I had seen that the episode of Yo Gabba Gabba with MGMT was going to be on at 10:30 and I had to watch it. Unfortunately we only get Nick Jr on the big TV so we needed to chase my father to bed. My mom mentions something to him about it and he makes some comment pissily that oh I can't get it in my bedroom and watch it in there. I felt like storming out and saying BITCH PLEASE! You have the TV 15 hours a day! It won't kill you to give it up for a half hour.
There has been this story on the news the past couple day that is frankly annoying the hell out of me that they keep talking about. She is not the first and she is not going to be the last one!
I swear. I cannot take it. I am really about to lose my freaking mind. I feel like my life is becoming a real life version of "Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger. I don't even know what that means.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Picture Of The Day
I'm sorry, it's been almost 2 months. I am about to lose my mind!!!
The face does justice, but not the boobs. Ah. If only mine looked like that.
I realized one day that it probably was a good thing I never really got a look at his face, because if he was actually cute, I'd really be losing it wanting to see him again. But if I do not find his face attractive, then maybe I could stop worrying about seeing him a third time. But then again, there is that whole other matter of what I find attractive that would still be hanging around.
The face does justice, but not the boobs. Ah. If only mine looked like that.
I realized one day that it probably was a good thing I never really got a look at his face, because if he was actually cute, I'd really be losing it wanting to see him again. But if I do not find his face attractive, then maybe I could stop worrying about seeing him a third time. But then again, there is that whole other matter of what I find attractive that would still be hanging around.
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