pour myself a cup of ambition
so i come back from a weekend of curry ice cream and late night park romps to: "i'm yr manager. i wear an asshat. you are on final warning. go sit in the corner."
which is like, YAWN, get yrself a new manipulative strategy STAT.
so it's like all TWO WEEKS NOTICE for me tomorrow and maybe working at the DQ or some shit.
would you like a blizzard?
CAFTA's coming up for vote in the house of (85%) dudes this week.
at least santorum's decided to crawl back into his cave of delusions for a while longer and spare us the horror that would be his campaign.
posted by smelly mcsmellsmell @ 11:41 PM
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You da man Becky
look, here's another asshat! http://jesda.spilky.com/asshat.jpg
[i tried to directly link and blogger wouldn't let me. feh!]
so, do i need to come out to the STL and show your manager what's what?
*dons boxing gloves* (pink glittery boxing gloves at that!)
let's hear it for the crappy end of the service industry!
i guess the upside to shitty jobs being interchangable is that they're interchangable, if that makes any sense?
but that sucks and i hope it doesn't suck too bad, dearest becky.
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