Needing to Vent-- pregnant woman and sensitive individuals please stay away :P
Ggrrr. I wanted to kick the fucker in the teeth. Fucking Andrew, I hate him so much. He came in stinking drunk and then, instead of waiting to be fired, he goes to the labor board (with his sister, who was fired for stealing from the till and closing the shop down all night, where she is not allowed to do so) and got hired back, because he and his sister pulled the race card.
So, fine, he's back, as if that isn't bad enough. He as working tonight, supposed to be training the new baker, but the fucker is ASLEEP until fucking three thirty! That's almost half his fucking shift! So, what, he's getting paid eleven bucks and hour to fucking SLEEP? And then I have to split our tips three ways with him, instead of just me and Daniel? It's BULLSHIT.
In other news, I also need to kick fate in the teeth. Why is it, that as soon as we decide we are going to put off getting a dog until after school, someone puts up a young malshie with all accessories included for 400? And someone puts up a young chiwawa for FREE? *sulks* I dont know why I keep looking at the pet adds, it just depresses me. Perhaps I was trying to console myself with the thought that there were no dogs that would suit us, anyway.
Right. Well there goes that.
In other news, Chantel and I are going down to Brampton this summer, from June 25th to July 5th. Yay us! We should be getting the tickets next pay day-- bus, because it's cheaper. My ass gets sore and this time-- OMG, bringing a change of clothes so I dont smell like sweat when I show up. Sheesh. Kinda looking forward to it though... means I'll be able to chat with my lovie all the way there.
Two more days of work... nhg. Tired.