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The Rum Barrel
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Damn those TV programs. Damn them all to hell
Monday, April 19, 2010

Ah, the joys of occupational anxiety. This is a rant post.

I hate Christie at my work. I seriously would love to stick a flaming hot metal spike down her throat to prove she has no guts or heart and she's been nothing but a horse's ass masquerading as an ugly bitch.

We all had our hours cut and she got hers cut in a different way; Gary would let her do sales stuff a couple days a week, and for the few hours she was out, she would get commission. Friday she sends me an email; "due to other circumstances, I won't be doing sales anymore. Instead I'll be taking a half day every Friday indefinitely so you will have to stay until 5." WHAT THE FUCKING HELL. My fingers shook over the keyboard while my brain tried to decide whether they would be used to disembowel her or send a passive/aggressive response. I chose the latter. I end up going in there and she's like, "I don't see why this is a problem. I stay until 5 every day. It's a job, you just work it. Plus, you aren't the only one who does things on the weekend." OH SHE DID NOT. I get to stay until 5 EVERY FUCKING FRIDAY while she gets a HALF DAY??? Um, who WILLINGLY switched hours with her at great expense to myself last year just so she could leave one fucking hour early on Friday nights? Yeah, Sara Doormat here, just ring the bell and leave the flaming pile of shit on me, I don't mind. I'll just put it out with my tears. So I stuck it to her ugly mug and stomped out already planning how I would dispose of the body. Finally, she calls me back in there and does a 180; "I guess I wasn't thinking clearly, you're right; that would be unfair." Yeah, there must not be a whole lot of room in your head for your brain with all that fat buildup from winter, Mama Bear. I still have to work 10:30 - 5 a day every week with no break so her Sarah Jessica Parker ass can leave half a damn ass day early but whatever.

On a GOOD note...I got a new anime show this weekend which was the BOMB. Baccano! takes place in the early 30s aboard a train that is hijacked by two groups of people who subsequently begin taking each other out very violently. I loved Isaac and Miria, the comic relief bumbling thieves; the Rail Tracer (a serial killer) was freaking awesome, Ladd the So much happens in so little time and it was all fantastic. I laughed, I cringed, I broke a bottle and fucked this guy up good. Okay I lied: I never cringed. Even when Ladd smashed a guy's face in with his fists, or when Vino bit this one guy's fingers off. Good times.

"I woke up and he was screaming
I'd left him dreaming
I roll over and shake him tightly
and whisper, 'If they want you,
oh, they're gonna have to fight me
Oh, fight me'" -"Night Terror", Laura Marling



Mood: murderous