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The anti-sweet tooth.
Sep. 2nd, 2004 10:43 am... and other tales of woe? Nah.
First up. The anti-sweet tooth. When I have something particularly sweet [chocolate, grape jelly] and a little too much of it, my teeth spaz. It's unpleasant, and could possibly be a cavity. Only this happened before my last trek to the dentist and he found no cavities at the time, so... anti sweet tooth.
Oi! Syb who won't read this anyway, go post as Sally, dammit. If only to keep mumsy from commenting about it to me. :p
Now. Real woe. Satan came into work yesterday [luckily that was my day off] and bitched Rose out and said third shift [that'd be meeee, Rose, and Kathleen] didn't do anything but stand around and talk. ... the fuck you say, Satan? We cover more people's asses than he'll ever know about, and he continues to fucking joke around with the others while muttering crap about us. Fuck him. If we really acted that way, none of the fucking sales would ever be advertised, none of the food would ever be restocked, the cooler would be empty, the store would be horribly dirty, *rants* Fuck. Him. And to say that to Rose who is always exceptionally polite to him, does more work than the rest of us [except Tina], and is, you know, a nice person. I could understand if he'd muttered that to Kathleen or me, or someone else. Kathleen seems to bug him because for awhile she was always late, and now she's always late to leave. I'm not always exceptionally overly polite [and I swear one of these days he'll say something on my one big "Fuck you" day and that'll be it.]. *shrug* Dude.
That ticked me off. Obviously. ;)
La. New icon. Again with the weirdness. It ain't perfect, but I couldn't very well let a scan of Rose go unused, could I? No. I could not. Don't be such a smartass. :p
Need sleep.
First up. The anti-sweet tooth. When I have something particularly sweet [chocolate, grape jelly] and a little too much of it, my teeth spaz. It's unpleasant, and could possibly be a cavity. Only this happened before my last trek to the dentist and he found no cavities at the time, so... anti sweet tooth.
Oi! Syb who won't read this anyway, go post as Sally, dammit. If only to keep mumsy from commenting about it to me. :p
Now. Real woe. Satan came into work yesterday [luckily that was my day off] and bitched Rose out and said third shift [that'd be meeee, Rose, and Kathleen] didn't do anything but stand around and talk. ... the fuck you say, Satan? We cover more people's asses than he'll ever know about, and he continues to fucking joke around with the others while muttering crap about us. Fuck him. If we really acted that way, none of the fucking sales would ever be advertised, none of the food would ever be restocked, the cooler would be empty, the store would be horribly dirty, *rants* Fuck. Him. And to say that to Rose who is always exceptionally polite to him, does more work than the rest of us [except Tina], and is, you know, a nice person. I could understand if he'd muttered that to Kathleen or me, or someone else. Kathleen seems to bug him because for awhile she was always late, and now she's always late to leave. I'm not always exceptionally overly polite [and I swear one of these days he'll say something on my one big "Fuck you" day and that'll be it.]. *shrug* Dude.
That ticked me off. Obviously. ;)
La. New icon. Again with the weirdness. It ain't perfect, but I couldn't very well let a scan of Rose go unused, could I? No. I could not. Don't be such a smartass. :p
Need sleep.
