kricket187's Blog - page 85

in the 10 years i've been working for this company, i've had a write up ONCE... that was years ago.

until this week. this week i've racked up a grand total of THREE...count 'em....3! write ups. that two on wednesday, and another yesterday.

i was so mad at my useless piece of shit boss i couldn't even sit down for our "discussion". i stood, with the chair between her and i, my hands clasped together so hard my fingers went numb. i understand her feeling threatened by me. but now she's fucking with my carrear. i got my one week suspension, and i'll take it. but if she writes me up one more time, i'm off. literaly. i'm going to lose my job.

if dum finds out, he'll prolly unplug ma alarm clock so i'm late again =P

SERIOUSLY...BOYS...YA DON'T WANNA READ THIS!!!





but i was so pissed off....bought some of those "scented" pads on accident, and didn't realize it till i went to use one...

ffs....nothing worse than smelling that chemical/flower smell every time ya pull yer pants down...

ok, so i was late to work on wednesday. like, really really late... 3 hours or so. ma boss lady was obviously pissed, and rightly so. so she wrote me up and gave me a weeks suspension. technically i've been late 3 times in the past 2 weeks, so i understand.

i'm disappointed in maself, but it DOES work out quite nicely. i'm takin the last week of november off for vacation. we're goin to stl to visit dum's family. i was due back to work on dec 1st. well..boss lady gave me ma suspension week dec 1st throu the 7th. so me n dum'll spend TWO weeks in stl!! lmfaooooo!

AND...tho i won't be getting a paycheck, we get our holiday bonus' on dec 9th. ma bonus?!? a weeks pay. lmfaoooooooo again.

so, technically...it all really worked out well.

call it PMS, call it a short temper... i feckin call it funny as shit.

From bryhn8
To kricket187
Subject Hi

Can i eat out that sweet ass?


Sent 6-Nov-08 0:12:34
From kricket187
To bryhn8
Subject Re: Hi

abso-fucking-lutly!!! but first, i have to see your devotion to this sweet ass. send me pictures of you driving a nail throu yer cock...with thumbtacks *7 minimum* in each of your balls.


i'm kinda hopin he'll write back..bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahah


a response!!!

Sent
6-Nov-08 2:00:53
From bryhn8
To kricket187
Subject Re: Hi


You make me rock hard.

complete with a pic of his unaltered cock......

my response:

there are no piercing objects in this picture. it's unsatisfactory..

yea, he's gonna kill me for this like i'm scared..pfft. he seems to think that since everyone on NN knows it's his bday, it's somehow MY fault. FFS....i didn't tell anyone!!! geeze..

anyway, as he his loathe to celebrate at all, and he HATES cake...what's a cake lady to do?? ma PLAN was to make him a huge pan of his favorite, baklava. until i was called up for jury duty! DAMMIT! this morning i get a brain child. while inferior, there ARE other bakeries in town other than ma own. so i start calling. luckly the first i called had baklava AND were close to work. i pick it up on ma lunch hour.

the owner, who was entirely too smug and snotty about selling a product to another bakery "owner" made sure i knew this baklava was "hand-made...by a GREEK guy" i said, "imagine that! the baklava IIII make is handmade....by a GREEK girl!!" heheheheheh she passed me off to her clerk as i think i might have pissed her off a bit.

her clerk was telling me that it's true! *blank stare at this blonde bubble head in front of me* it REALLY is made by a greek guy. and it's FRESH! they order a bunch, then put it in the freezer...so mine might be a lil hard and cold. WTF?!?!? LMFAOOOOO!! the dictionary definition of "fresh" is baked within 24 hours. i held ma tounge and said, "wow, so it's really fresh then, huh?" meantime, the owner is shooting daggers at her clerk...it was PRICELESS...

sadly... i might have to throw the entire box in the trash. dum said it was better than mine....this is sacrilege, even if i xxxxxx him to give me his honest opinion. hehehehehehehe

yep, did ma civic duty today. i started out being all excited, couldn't wait for a good juicy case. but alas..ma innocence was quickly lost. one of over 100 potential jurors, everything was a whole lot of hurry up and wait. i was one of the 47 who actually made it to the jury box to be questioned. unfortunately, between me being married to an inmate, and my assertion that people can and should own guns...i wasn't picked for anything, other than a waste of a day. 9 hours later, i trudge home.

it's gotta be close to "that" time of the month. i'm exhausted, to i did nothing more than answer a few questions and read all day, i'm cranky. i open ma mouth to say something nice or positive in response to something dum says...and venom spews forth. dunno how it got there, i didn't think it.

and the ultimate tale-tell sign, which i never noticed till dum pointed it out... ma hips...they pop. loudly and slightly painfully. and often, around that time.

so...i get no jury love..i don't get an extra paid day off @ work, i'm irritable, and ma body is making loud popping noises everytime i move. yep. it's monday.

i'm gonna go watch some mindless reality show while dum cooks me some homemade lasagna...

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ffs..........me n ma dums are on two totally different schedules...he get's horny 'round 9 or 10am....... and here i am...1am or 2.........offf..... ffs!!!

i've failed....as a sister....as a friend....as someone important to someone who's important to me...

ma lil sister....ma heart.....DIDN'T KNOW WHO THE FUCK I WAS TALKING ABOUT WHEN I SAID I'D RE-FALLEN IN LOVE WITH JIM MORRISON.

*hangs her head in shame*

yes....she has NO knowledge of the doors, or their legendary front man...jim. i hold maself personally accountable. and it hurts ma heart when i start naming off their more famous tunes, "light my fire, break on through, L.A. woman" and get the blank stare...till i say "people are strange"....

"ohhh...the song from the lost boys!" *beats her head against the nearest available surface and sobs*

how did this happen? how could i have possibly lived with this girl MORE than half her life and my appreciation and love for this pioneer group NOT in the LEAST rub off????

****goes to the corner and curls into a ball****

....just.....wow....

work today, would have been normal....except for 1 small, tiny, itty-bitty thing..

we're in an asst. manager meeting, headed up by the store manager, who ya'll know as the "arch nemesis" it's basically a pep talk, getting everyone on track to either get promoted, or get out of the way for people who WANT to be promoted. it was getting kinda longish. as the only one of the assistants who's been in the position for longer than 2 or 3 months.. i'm kinda like "ho hum" and thinkin in ma head of all the things i COULD be doing. towards the end of this meeting, mr. boss man asks for any comments, or advise. i tell them simply, if you want your life running smoothly at this store, you stay two steps ahead of that man, and point towards boss man.

he goes on for a bit longer, than busts out with how i'm his "pride and joy". how if any of them want to be promoted and be promoted quick, to study how i work.....and how he'd all but given up on me ever being anything more than an assistant, but now he'd be proud to have me run ANY bakery.

i'm fairly sure i almost fell out of ma chair. i KNOW i was blushing like a fiend and had to struggle to keep any excess moisture out of ma eyes.

this...from the man who's made me cry before for the WRONG reasons, who made me doubt my abilities as a manager, hell...as a person, from the man who i've cheerfully daydreamed about being run down by a dump truck with me behind the wheel.....

i'm flattered. even more flattered when the district manager came up to me later in the day telling me how highly mr. boss man was speaking of me....so.....wow...