<>, understatement of the year...
My life is more and more like a Linkin Park CD by the day...
The other day at work put the final nail in the coffin for that sorry-ass job - I was helping my co-worker (the asst. manager) out by cooking pizza and working the register and filling the cigarettes, like I always do. Got all my work and half of hers done. She calls me at my house to tell me to come back and restock the cooler again. I shoulda told her "I made nine pizzas, put nine packs of beer on the damn shelf", but I need to keep my job until I get another one. So, I clocked back in and did the damn thing, all the while thinking, "FUCK YO COOLER, NIGGA! FUCK YO COOLER! Fuck this job, fuck this place, fuck this whole gotdamned city! I'M DONE." Shit took like 5 minutes on the phone with Nicky P., so I know they was just trippin' to be spiteful. Sad that an ASSISTANT MANAGER is not a team player, but then again they don't do background checks or any of that shit there, so why expect an interview to consist of more than "When can you work?" and "You're ok with stocking shelves and coolers?"?
Almost everyone here has picking on me this weekend - my brothers, my cousin, even my grandma. I'm just so sick and tired of dealing with this shit. Karma got my ass too - My mom told us IN CHURCH that we were having an open house at our house in 30 minutes. We got home to a driveway full of people, house not EVEN clean. After whirlwind straightening and hiding shit while they stood outside, I was in the computer room pouting like, "Grr, I can't believe this shit. I could just KICK her!" and I went to make a vicious little kick motion forgetting I was in my slippery dress shoes - completely busted my ass and possibly fractured the scaphoid bone in my palm, EPIC FAIL. I mean, damn! Could a sister get a break??! (Sad thing is I know how to fall properly, but I thought I could catch myself... the shoes just carried on sliding and offered no resistance to correct the slip.)
My dad is getting leather seats in his truck, HIS TEN YEAR OLD TRUCK, THAT'S FALLING APART IN KEY PLACES BUT HAS $2,000 RIMS AND LED TAILIGHTS AND A FANCY SCHMANCY CD PLAYER. He said I can't drive it after he gets them. So it will SIT IN THE DRIVEWAY, while me and my mom have to carpool to school and work and catch rides with friends. Fucking selfish asshole, I hope the shit gets keyed.
The other day at work put the final nail in the coffin for that sorry-ass job - I was helping my co-worker (the asst. manager) out by cooking pizza and working the register and filling the cigarettes, like I always do. Got all my work and half of hers done. She calls me at my house to tell me to come back and restock the cooler again. I shoulda told her "I made nine pizzas, put nine packs of beer on the damn shelf", but I need to keep my job until I get another one. So, I clocked back in and did the damn thing, all the while thinking, "FUCK YO COOLER, NIGGA! FUCK YO COOLER! Fuck this job, fuck this place, fuck this whole gotdamned city! I'M DONE." Shit took like 5 minutes on the phone with Nicky P., so I know they was just trippin' to be spiteful. Sad that an ASSISTANT MANAGER is not a team player, but then again they don't do background checks or any of that shit there, so why expect an interview to consist of more than "When can you work?" and "You're ok with stocking shelves and coolers?"?
Almost everyone here has picking on me this weekend - my brothers, my cousin, even my grandma. I'm just so sick and tired of dealing with this shit. Karma got my ass too - My mom told us IN CHURCH that we were having an open house at our house in 30 minutes. We got home to a driveway full of people, house not EVEN clean. After whirlwind straightening and hiding shit while they stood outside, I was in the computer room pouting like, "Grr, I can't believe this shit. I could just KICK her!" and I went to make a vicious little kick motion forgetting I was in my slippery dress shoes - completely busted my ass and possibly fractured the scaphoid bone in my palm, EPIC FAIL. I mean, damn! Could a sister get a break??! (Sad thing is I know how to fall properly, but I thought I could catch myself... the shoes just carried on sliding and offered no resistance to correct the slip.)
My dad is getting leather seats in his truck, HIS TEN YEAR OLD TRUCK, THAT'S FALLING APART IN KEY PLACES BUT HAS $2,000 RIMS AND LED TAILIGHTS AND A FANCY SCHMANCY CD PLAYER. He said I can't drive it after he gets them. So it will SIT IN THE DRIVEWAY, while me and my mom have to carpool to school and work and catch rides with friends. Fucking selfish asshole, I hope the shit gets keyed.