Sunday, July 03, 2005

Reestablishing Bed Time...

My boss is calling me out. He keeps telling me I am going to be late every morning to work. I'd love to be able to tell him to go fuck himself but the sad part is, I know he's right. I have been working this shift long enough to be adjusted to the early start time and the fact I live nine tenths of a mile from work does not help me either. There really is no good arguement for me to be late. However, when I say I am late, I am never more than 10 minutes late.

The powers that be in the payroll dept. make note of my daily tardiness and come down on El Capitan so that he can donkeypunch my ass. Gratefully, since El Capitan and I are friends outside of the Agency, he has been able to hold off on the write ups....but I know there is one coming down the pike and I know I am deserving.

This weekend has been really frustrating. The weather has been gorgeous and people seem to be having a really good time. Not that I begrudge others having a good time but having to work every fucking weekend and holiday that comes along is getting to be a royal pain in the ass. It's kind of like when you work retail and you learn to have a small hatred for Thanksgiving and Christmas because you know of all the pain and bullshit customers are going to put you through so they can show their love to friends and family by buying them useless shit.

Yeah, I am somewhat of a cynic, but from what I hear that turns some women on. If you happen to be one of them, drop me a line. A date before the return of Halley's Comet would be nice.

Enjoy the rest of your holiday weekend!



Boogie Pants Donavan said...

I hate my boss. I would love nothing more than to kick her in the teeth when i am wearing steel-toed cleats (more often that u think> I don't really have a point to this comment. I am really tired and making no sense. To top it off i got stuck in a freezer yesterday at Shaws and i had really thin pants on. My ass my be freezer burnt. VIVA LA STRAWBERRY

n.v. said...

Why bother with optimism when you just end up rotting in the ground anyway?

Cynicism is hot. Skepticism is hotter, but tiresome after 9 p.m.