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31 January 2006
I worked six whole days in January. Please shoot me.
No, not case by case, but it just seemed so contrived. I don't mean to seem ungrateful. I am still telling dogs that I don't have time to pet them. That was gold.
I thought it was Mercury where january was that short. But then again merucry is also that silvery shit in thermometers, a naked dude with wings on his feet and a retired football player.
You try staying fresh when you live on another planet, richat. There is something that looks like a monkey fucking a metal octopus lurking outside my cave and I have a goddamn fishbowl on my head. Damn!
I have worked NO DAZE unless you count the time I spent riding my space dinosaur and designing posters for a $40 bar tab. AND - I managed to get fired today from a job I hadn't even started yet!
I ordered that stuff out of the back of Hustler once.
You should have ordered the thing that was always advertised next to it, the gold plated digital watch that showed the time OR when you touched a button said "Don't worry about the mustache baby, I'm an all night clamdigger." In big red letters. Worked even more consistently than Mesopotamian sex etchings and colt .45.
My management hates me, so they keep writing me up over my hours, because that's the only thing they can get me for. 44 isn't good enough. It has to be 45 a week.
But today, I went in, and I've never been more sick in my life, so they had to let me go home. Here are the symptoms: dizziness, nausea, gas, sore throat, runny nose, watery eyes, cold sweats, and a likelihood to barf at some point tonight.
My girlfriend is sick, too, but she's at her house, so we can't take care of each other.
Buys a 6 for everyone this last day of January. I like to think *every* day of the year is as special as the last one. After all, there is only one of each.
I got pissed off at the temp agency today and admitted that being a $9 an hour call center person in some inhuman nightmare factory trying to sell cosmetics (this was supposed to start at 8 am Monday) wasn't my idea of a dream job & as soon as something better came along I was out of there. So they told me not to bother even going in if that was the case. Ah well. I'm kind of relieved to tell the truth. And it had it's comic moments, and I'm glad I blew the customer service training module by missing several important possible sales moments.