The Days of My Life

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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

"She will die by the sword"

That is quote from my dad when I called him last night, crying, about work. It has been a hellish past week and 1/2 here. The big B, or 'hulk' as some like to call her has been a complete ass. There have been rumors of people telling her that she needs to check with HR if I can work a second job. Um I've worked there for 2.5 years and gone through 3 managers with that, no problems up until now. Am I not doing my job? No that isn't the problem, the problem is an insecure bizatch, or 'fat bitch' as my dad said who probably is jeolous that I'm actually losing weight and feeling better about myself. He said what I expected him to say, 'make sure it is the right time to quit, it is almost over, you are above that, keep doing your job well and you will be fine.' And I am keeping it all business.

Besides that, things are going fine. I had fun with my sister. We just hung out, she made homemade dough and we made vegetable pizza and watched Grey's Anatomy. We went to BW3's and watched the debacle of the MSU game and left before 1/2time and found out later it was the biggest comeback in NCAA division 1 football for them to pull out a victory. We went to Victoria secret and spent $165, well I didn't, she did because she wanted a free bag. She bought me a bra though, so I was cool with that. Went to Red Lobster ate 3 biscuits and a steak. Yum, then we went home and watched the Tigers while falling asleep. We didn't go out and we were fine with that. Friday night we had made Smirnoff raspberry and raspberry juice and it was so delicious, I got drunk and could not even taste the vodka. Overall it was a good relaxing weekend only to come in here to this shit. This weekend I have a wedding to go to all day Saturday and probably in to the night. It should be fun. Then we got the last 2 home games left before it starts to be holiday season again.

Probably should get back to the grind although it doesn't really matter if I do a good job, it is always thought that we 'are trying to get away with something.' Like we are in fucking high school? Whatever!

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