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Okay, life. Quit fucking bringing up my hopes and then pulverizing them into little, bloody patties.
And fuck you, lady at McDonald's! I ask for extra barbecue sauce. I asked for a LOT of sauce. The lady at the next window puts in two. I ordered a LARGE fry, fuck face. Not a SMALL fry, not a MEDIUM fry. A fucking LARGE. FRY.
There is NOT enough dipping sauce in two barbecue packets for a LARGE fry. When I ask you to put more in. Don't say "There are two in there." Y'know, you probably took the extra packets that I was supposed to get and ate them in the back, you FAT FUCKING MEXICAN COW.
When I ask for MORE, I want MOOOOOOOAR!!! You put MORE PACKETS into the BAG. You do NOT just put one. I said A LOT more. That's not ONE packet. Honestly! I have nothing against the Mexicans or the Spanish, but do NOT cross me. I am NOT afraid to call you what you are. If it just so happens to be that you're a fucking LAZY BITCH and FAT, that is NOT my problem.
I love how my life is a near-constant STREAM of letdowns and hope-crushing. I love it. Really.
EDIT!! Okay. So...maybe life isn't so much letting me down anymore. Melinda just called, the hiring manager for SupportTechs...and we just set up an interview. From what I hear from everyone that got an interview, they get hired. o_o; I hooope! Don't let me down again, life!
And fuck you, lady at McDonald's! I ask for extra barbecue sauce. I asked for a LOT of sauce. The lady at the next window puts in two. I ordered a LARGE fry, fuck face. Not a SMALL fry, not a MEDIUM fry. A fucking LARGE. FRY.
There is NOT enough dipping sauce in two barbecue packets for a LARGE fry. When I ask you to put more in. Don't say "There are two in there." Y'know, you probably took the extra packets that I was supposed to get and ate them in the back, you FAT FUCKING MEXICAN COW.
When I ask for MORE, I want MOOOOOOOAR!!! You put MORE PACKETS into the BAG. You do NOT just put one. I said A LOT more. That's not ONE packet. Honestly! I have nothing against the Mexicans or the Spanish, but do NOT cross me. I am NOT afraid to call you what you are. If it just so happens to be that you're a fucking LAZY BITCH and FAT, that is NOT my problem.
I love how my life is a near-constant STREAM of letdowns and hope-crushing. I love it. Really.
EDIT!! Okay. So...maybe life isn't so much letting me down anymore. Melinda just called, the hiring manager for SupportTechs...and we just set up an interview. From what I hear from everyone that got an interview, they get hired. o_o; I hooope! Don't let me down again, life!