Marc
7, 275 miles, Bill BELLAMY'S Ding[s], MontY BURNS ana
Apparently, someone was listening last night [FOX] when I asked for the return of hot pants. Via FOX tv, The Simpson's episode where Homer searches for a soulmate was on. Know which one I'm talking about? The Sea Captain and his precious cargo of hot pants ... eh? eh?
Treading on dangerous ground [Click Here] & [Click Here] Shouldn't there be rules against dating someone vaguely in your own internet circle?
Merely kidding. We love Justin cause he's cute, like butterscotch & puppies & leftover pizza.
Got some QT in today with the packers at my site in BUTTe. Talked about slackers, which was kind of ironic b/c it got to the part in the job where I had finished my end of sorting and inventory & the packers were both diving into bubble-wrapping (very fun to play with) and boxing. I sat there (at my computer, with my book, listening to CD's) and talked with them about how hard it is to find good workers nowadays. I felt like I should've stood up and just started packing with them when I said shit like "You just can't rely on anyone but yourself to get the job done". Oh well.
For as lazy as I am when it comes to keeping my room/car/apartment clean, I'm surprised at how diligent of an employee I've turned out to be. Not trying to toot my horn (and I know that I am), but I'm a workin' fool. When I worked at the video store, I was always the first douche that they called when someone was sick. I never called off, never got sent home b/c of insubordination. It kind of worked out in a way. See, I'm an overwhelming smart-ass to all of my bosses (past & present (including my dad, whom I've always had a quick lip with) ), and some of them had trouble dealing with this. I put them in a kind of precarious position. If they gave me a completely pointless, mindless, worthless job, I'd let them know how I felt, and they knew they couldn't send me home, b/c I'd do it. Then, they'd get so fed up with my mouth, they'd stop assigning me stupid things to do (which works out for everyone b/c honestly, how often do movie boxes need to be dusted? Once every 2 days? No. Once every 2 hours? No. Once every six months? Maybe, if we lived through the Dust Bowl.) I could finally get back to doing the stuff that needed to be done (ie- putting films back out on the shelves, checking people out, and deciding on what CD I wanted to listen to next (laugh, but it was always a very hard decision (had to be appropriate for not only old folks, but children as well & and I couldn't turn it up too loud, so it had to be a naturally loud CD in the first place (precarious positions, folks) ) ).
Of course, I'm talking about working at the video store, and not for my current employers. They just send me to places like Montana so they don't have to hear me talk.
Zach- you are officially the first person to make me give my computer screen the middle finger. Call me on my cellphone [primarily used for business] Saturday night [dick].
7, 275 miles, Bill BELLAMY'S Ding[s], MontY BURNS ana
Apparently, someone was listening last night [FOX] when I asked for the return of hot pants. Via FOX tv, The Simpson's episode where Homer searches for a soulmate was on. Know which one I'm talking about? The Sea Captain and his precious cargo of hot pants ... eh? eh?
Treading on dangerous ground [Click Here] & [Click Here] Shouldn't there be rules against dating someone vaguely in your own internet circle?
Merely kidding. We love Justin cause he's cute, like butterscotch & puppies & leftover pizza.
Got some QT in today with the packers at my site in BUTTe. Talked about slackers, which was kind of ironic b/c it got to the part in the job where I had finished my end of sorting and inventory & the packers were both diving into bubble-wrapping (very fun to play with) and boxing. I sat there (at my computer, with my book, listening to CD's) and talked with them about how hard it is to find good workers nowadays. I felt like I should've stood up and just started packing with them when I said shit like "You just can't rely on anyone but yourself to get the job done". Oh well.
For as lazy as I am when it comes to keeping my room/car/apartment clean, I'm surprised at how diligent of an employee I've turned out to be. Not trying to toot my horn (and I know that I am), but I'm a workin' fool. When I worked at the video store, I was always the first douche that they called when someone was sick. I never called off, never got sent home b/c of insubordination. It kind of worked out in a way. See, I'm an overwhelming smart-ass to all of my bosses (past & present (including my dad, whom I've always had a quick lip with) ), and some of them had trouble dealing with this. I put them in a kind of precarious position. If they gave me a completely pointless, mindless, worthless job, I'd let them know how I felt, and they knew they couldn't send me home, b/c I'd do it. Then, they'd get so fed up with my mouth, they'd stop assigning me stupid things to do (which works out for everyone b/c honestly, how often do movie boxes need to be dusted? Once every 2 days? No. Once every 2 hours? No. Once every six months? Maybe, if we lived through the Dust Bowl.) I could finally get back to doing the stuff that needed to be done (ie- putting films back out on the shelves, checking people out, and deciding on what CD I wanted to listen to next (laugh, but it was always a very hard decision (had to be appropriate for not only old folks, but children as well & and I couldn't turn it up too loud, so it had to be a naturally loud CD in the first place (precarious positions, folks) ) ).
Of course, I'm talking about working at the video store, and not for my current employers. They just send me to places like Montana so they don't have to hear me talk.
Zach- you are officially the first person to make me give my computer screen the middle finger. Call me on my cellphone [primarily used for business] Saturday night [dick].
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