Man am I tired of this dude. I'm on the borderline of being fed up and kicking his sorry ass to the curb.
I've got way too much anger and resentment towards this fucktard, that it's seriously dangerous for his health. Not to mention that I'm a ticking time bomb, waiting to blow up right in his stupid little smirky face.
I just wanna grab him by the throat, throw him up against the wall and scream, "Look you stupid asshole. Get your fucking shit together. I'm almost certain that Lorena Bobbit is a distant relative, and all of my anger and rage is really going to hurt you. Only you wont get you're shit reattached, even if I got eat your penis myself to make sure you don't have a chance in hell of getting it reattached. Get your fucking shit together! Fucking ass!"
Yeah... I'm that angry, not to mention frustrated.
I'm already one foot out the door and in Las Vegas at this point.
On a completely irrelevant note, I fucking hate Fruit Roll-Ups. They're all sticky and don't roll off the plastic like the use to. It fucking irritates me and just angers me even more. Don't buy Fruit Roll-ups... They're sticky and they suck.
Showing posts with label boyfriend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boyfriend. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Why I Should Never Work In Customer Service
I have come to realize that some people weren't made to work for other people. Mainly, I mean me. I started a new job around the 1st week of December working for my mother-in-laws cleaning service and I can't really complain about her (the pay and the hours are pretty sweet), but "the boyfriend" on the other hand, is a whole different story.
The boyfriend doesn't even work with his mom and yet everyday I gotta hear his whinny ass mouth about things that I could do better to help out his moms business. And everyday, I tell him to shut the fuck up and let me do whatever the hell it is I do.
He tried to act like he's the boss, when in reality he had no say whatsoever about what the hell I'm doing. I didn't think that by working with his mom, that suddenly I'd be working with him too. (This is why office romances are a bad idea). But he really takes this shit to a whole nother level.
I just wanna smack him, stitch his mouth up, duck tape his hands and feet's and lock him in a little dungeon til he gets that point that he's not my fucking boss. I work for you mom, asshole! Not you! Shit! Give me some space.
He's been trying to make me do some spread sheets for God-knows-what reason and the shit don't even make any fucking sense. Why the hell do I have to fill out all the clients information on a spread sheet for? Isn't that what the whole contacts list is for? It just seems to pointless to sit there and make some damn spread sheet that his mother isn't gonna use in the first place just to repeat information that is already listed in her contacts sections on Outlook anyways.
And another thing I hate about work is the bitchy ass clients, like the bitch who cursed me out last week. I believe her exact words were something like, "Fuck you. Fuck the cleaners, Fuck the service. You people are a bunch of idiots". To which I responded as nice as I could be, "Ma'am, I'm sorry you feel that way. The next time you have a problem with us, please feel free to send us an email to go_fuk_yourself@hotmail.com. Have a nice day". (You know she wasn't gonna get away with that shit. I figured hell, she already sent me to fuckland so she's gotta be done with us. Ain't nothing to lose at this point, hehe).
I'm tired of getting bitched out by old ass ladies with nothing better to do then wait around for the cleaners and then complain that they didn't do something right. I don't care if the sofa was put back 2 inches off, or if there one fucking finger print was on your glass door which you probably did anyways, or that you don't want the cleaners putting your trash in the trash can in the garage because its an extra trash can that you don't use, or that the cup you left on your night stand last night is still on the night stand today (that was just lazy on this ladies part anyways), blah, blah, blah. I don't give a flying fuck.
Maybe I'm just not a people person. Whatever. The point is I need to be my own boss so I can tell people to go fuck themselves and not have to make bullshit spread sheets that someone who doesn't even work for the company thinks that I should make because he's an anal asshole, lol. Fuck the customers always right. That's bullshit. A lot of them are sooo dead wrong. Fucking assholes.
I'm done rating... for now....
The boyfriend doesn't even work with his mom and yet everyday I gotta hear his whinny ass mouth about things that I could do better to help out his moms business. And everyday, I tell him to shut the fuck up and let me do whatever the hell it is I do.
He tried to act like he's the boss, when in reality he had no say whatsoever about what the hell I'm doing. I didn't think that by working with his mom, that suddenly I'd be working with him too. (This is why office romances are a bad idea). But he really takes this shit to a whole nother level.
I just wanna smack him, stitch his mouth up, duck tape his hands and feet's and lock him in a little dungeon til he gets that point that he's not my fucking boss. I work for you mom, asshole! Not you! Shit! Give me some space.
He's been trying to make me do some spread sheets for God-knows-what reason and the shit don't even make any fucking sense. Why the hell do I have to fill out all the clients information on a spread sheet for? Isn't that what the whole contacts list is for? It just seems to pointless to sit there and make some damn spread sheet that his mother isn't gonna use in the first place just to repeat information that is already listed in her contacts sections on Outlook anyways.
And another thing I hate about work is the bitchy ass clients, like the bitch who cursed me out last week. I believe her exact words were something like, "Fuck you. Fuck the cleaners, Fuck the service. You people are a bunch of idiots". To which I responded as nice as I could be, "Ma'am, I'm sorry you feel that way. The next time you have a problem with us, please feel free to send us an email to go_fuk_yourself@hotmail.com. Have a nice day". (You know she wasn't gonna get away with that shit. I figured hell, she already sent me to fuckland so she's gotta be done with us. Ain't nothing to lose at this point, hehe).
I'm tired of getting bitched out by old ass ladies with nothing better to do then wait around for the cleaners and then complain that they didn't do something right. I don't care if the sofa was put back 2 inches off, or if there one fucking finger print was on your glass door which you probably did anyways, or that you don't want the cleaners putting your trash in the trash can in the garage because its an extra trash can that you don't use, or that the cup you left on your night stand last night is still on the night stand today (that was just lazy on this ladies part anyways), blah, blah, blah. I don't give a flying fuck.
Maybe I'm just not a people person. Whatever. The point is I need to be my own boss so I can tell people to go fuck themselves and not have to make bullshit spread sheets that someone who doesn't even work for the company thinks that I should make because he's an anal asshole, lol. Fuck the customers always right. That's bullshit. A lot of them are sooo dead wrong. Fucking assholes.
I'm done rating... for now....
Sunday, December 16, 2007
How Does Your Chicken Taste?
Once upon a time, there was a boyfriend who lied to his girlfriend about going to work. The girlfriend became enraged when she found out that he was actually at a McDonald’s with some whore (I’m not just calling the girl a whore. She really was).
I guess the dumbass thought that his girlfriend would never find out about his little white lie, but he must’ve forgotten the fact that he was a man, and men always get caught cause they ain’t all that bright.
The girlfriend’s first thought was to set the boyfriends house on fire, but then she quickly remembered that she lived there, too. So instead, she set out to find her lying ass boyfriend, with the intent of vandalizing his car. You know, key up the car, slash the tires, break in the windows, all the fun stuff.
Well, as it turned out, finding him would be harder then she had originally thought. He must’ve heard the messages on his voicemail that she had left him warning him that once she got a hold of his scrawny little neck, she was going to snap it in half like a wishbone. Or maybe it was the message she left about cutting off his penis, frying it, and then feeding it to the dog to ensure that he would not be able to have it reattached like John Bobbitt, had him running scared.
Even though the girlfriend knew that the boyfriend had only picked up this escort to deliver her to a john to make some extra cash, it still enraged her because he had lied about what he was doing and she had had to find out on her own. How did she find out? Well, everyone knows that us woman have our ways of finding out the truth, no matter what the truth maybe.
The angry girlfriend needed revenge, so she decided that when the boyfriend got home, she would act normal. As if nothing had happened. She cooked the boyfriend dinner and waited patiently for him to come home.
The boyfriend was quite surprised to see that his angry girlfriend had calm down significantly. He was scared at first, but then became more relaxed and sat down to eat his meal, which consisted of chicken and pasta.
As he ate the chicken, he realized that there was a somewhat bitter taste to it, but was unable to pinpoint the taste. As he finished his chicken, the girlfriend started clearing the table and as she walked towards to the kitchen she turned back and said, “You seemed like you really enjoyed your chicken marinated in my urine”.
The look on the boyfriends face and the fact that he had eaten chicken marinated in piss was all the revenge the angry girlfriend needed.
*The moral of the story here is don't lie to your girlfriend/wife, whatever. We will always find out the truth and we will always get revenge. Men, this is why you shouldn't be so stupid.
I feel a Mastercard commercial coming:
1 lb of boneless chicken breast... $2.79
1 box of pasta... $.89
1 can of alfredo sause...$1.89
2 ounces of urine... free
The price on your boyfriends face when you tell him that his chicken has been marinated in urine... Priceless
HAHAHAHA
I guess the dumbass thought that his girlfriend would never find out about his little white lie, but he must’ve forgotten the fact that he was a man, and men always get caught cause they ain’t all that bright.
The girlfriend’s first thought was to set the boyfriends house on fire, but then she quickly remembered that she lived there, too. So instead, she set out to find her lying ass boyfriend, with the intent of vandalizing his car. You know, key up the car, slash the tires, break in the windows, all the fun stuff.
Well, as it turned out, finding him would be harder then she had originally thought. He must’ve heard the messages on his voicemail that she had left him warning him that once she got a hold of his scrawny little neck, she was going to snap it in half like a wishbone. Or maybe it was the message she left about cutting off his penis, frying it, and then feeding it to the dog to ensure that he would not be able to have it reattached like John Bobbitt, had him running scared.
Even though the girlfriend knew that the boyfriend had only picked up this escort to deliver her to a john to make some extra cash, it still enraged her because he had lied about what he was doing and she had had to find out on her own. How did she find out? Well, everyone knows that us woman have our ways of finding out the truth, no matter what the truth maybe.
The angry girlfriend needed revenge, so she decided that when the boyfriend got home, she would act normal. As if nothing had happened. She cooked the boyfriend dinner and waited patiently for him to come home.
The boyfriend was quite surprised to see that his angry girlfriend had calm down significantly. He was scared at first, but then became more relaxed and sat down to eat his meal, which consisted of chicken and pasta.
As he ate the chicken, he realized that there was a somewhat bitter taste to it, but was unable to pinpoint the taste. As he finished his chicken, the girlfriend started clearing the table and as she walked towards to the kitchen she turned back and said, “You seemed like you really enjoyed your chicken marinated in my urine”.
The look on the boyfriends face and the fact that he had eaten chicken marinated in piss was all the revenge the angry girlfriend needed.
*The moral of the story here is don't lie to your girlfriend/wife, whatever. We will always find out the truth and we will always get revenge. Men, this is why you shouldn't be so stupid.
I feel a Mastercard commercial coming:
1 lb of boneless chicken breast... $2.79
1 box of pasta... $.89
1 can of alfredo sause...$1.89
2 ounces of urine... free
The price on your boyfriends face when you tell him that his chicken has been marinated in urine... Priceless
HAHAHAHA
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