Nina quit today, walked out in the middle of a shift. :( We are down to four in-store employees. Four. We should have fifteen to twenty. But we have four. Anyshit, Monday is my day off, so I wanna fucking enjoy the party at Robs. AND THERE BETTER BE SOME GOD DAMNED TIKI TORCHES ( Read more... )

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My face feels like it's been kicked repeatedly with a steel-toed boot into the consistency of ground beef. Not sure why. My face just hurts.

"z0mg, ur face hurtz? Itz killing meLOLOLOLOL" -- No. Permission not granted. I will stab you, Mom. Seriously.

Got the pics! Thanks, J ( Read more... )

I have Thursday off, then it's a whirlwind weekend with long hours until Monday. Beach or something is the plan (How ironic my schedule changed and gave me Monday off), and it's gonna be fucking hot and gross outside. We're all gonna die ( Read more... )

Cosplay pics. plz. now. Everyone has them but me. Give me the password to the photobucket gallery, whatever. Plz. Now. Need to see 'em already ( Read more... )

ROFL. I love how the Polish Pope died, and was replaced with a German pope. THEY WIN AGAIN ( Read more... )

Frank (who Jeanesse convinced the manager to stay in the store and not be transferred until later because he's apparently good after he settles down) has been fucking around with everyone's hours. We get printouts with each paycheck, showing if any manager altered our clock in and out times, and he has been. I haven't worked with him in a couple ( Read more... )

I smell like pizza, and pizza smells like happiness and sunshine.

Also, National no-pants day is fast approaching (May 3rd), so mark your calendars, bitches.

If your LJ in no way matches your offline personality and behavior, then please log the fuck off and go outside. There's nothing more pathetic than acting well-adjusted in person, then documenting a "lonely, loveless existence where communication is impossible and my so-called friends are shallow, disconnected tools." A journal is for documenting ( Read more... )