I know this person. Let’s call him…George. Now a few years ago…many years ago actually George went out with a girl named …Laura. Now George and Laura were in a relationship, and George and Laura did things that people do in relationships. Now after the relationship is over and after Laura went out with a few other men (George thinks that this is somewhat important), decided that she’s going to pitch for the other side. Now George is a nice guy and respects the rights of individuals to be gay or lesbian or whatever, as long as it consenting with both parties. So George was happy that Laura was happy when she started going out with Hillary.
So years go by, and people move on and people loose contact with each other and this is the case with George and Laura. Then all of a sudden, George gets a friends invite from someone named Larry. In this invite he mentions some stuff that reminds George of Laura. George then looks at a picture of Larry, and notices a resemblance to Laura. So George accepts the invite and Larry is now George’s friend. George then looks at Larry profile and confirms something. Apparently Laura turned in her Hoo Hoo for a Mr. Happy.
Now George tells me this as asks me one question. Does this mean that George slept with man? I don’t know what to tell him.
My 2 Bytes.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
I'm really pissed.
Today I was going to blog about the Comic Con that I went to over the weekend. How I had a great time, but I should have known that my happiness was short lived. To quote Dennis Leary, “Happiness comes in 5 second bursts; it’s a cigarette, an orgasm, or a chocolate chip cookie. THAT’S IT”. Other than that, life sucks.
Last week I blogged about how I was getting screwed at work and now comes the “piece de la resistance”. They want to move me from the front office into the filthy, dirty, warehouse, into a small area at the BACK of the filthy, dirty warehouse. If I had known that they were going to do that to me, I would have taken the severance package. Piss off management. I mean REALLY!!! Oh and why are they doing this? Because they want to remove the cubicles in the front office to create a “training” area. BULLSHIT !!! They want to fuck me over. They want to kick me when I’m down while I ask “please sir, can I have some more”.
I’m so mad, that I can’t even look at management in the eye anymore. I can’t do it without fear of exploding. I’m that outraged. I’ve applied for a few jobs, but it’s time to go full tilt. I’m that mad, that disgusted. They give me this blaa blaa about how I’m appreciated and then they fuck me over by doing this.
Honestly, I should have expected this, because of how this place works. This morning I woke up with a sense of dread over coming into work. Now I know why. About ten minutes ago I had a discussion with the Distribution Centre Manager about my moving into the warehouse, and it took every fiber of my being to not explode and tell him to go to hell.
I feel so humiliated by this, to be downgraded by this. To be cast off like this. I should have taken the severance package, but it’s too late. I hate them. I hate them all.
My 2 SERIOUSLY PISSED OFF BYTES
P.S. Please forgive my potty mouth.
Last week I blogged about how I was getting screwed at work and now comes the “piece de la resistance”. They want to move me from the front office into the filthy, dirty, warehouse, into a small area at the BACK of the filthy, dirty warehouse. If I had known that they were going to do that to me, I would have taken the severance package. Piss off management. I mean REALLY!!! Oh and why are they doing this? Because they want to remove the cubicles in the front office to create a “training” area. BULLSHIT !!! They want to fuck me over. They want to kick me when I’m down while I ask “please sir, can I have some more”.
I’m so mad, that I can’t even look at management in the eye anymore. I can’t do it without fear of exploding. I’m that outraged. I’ve applied for a few jobs, but it’s time to go full tilt. I’m that mad, that disgusted. They give me this blaa blaa about how I’m appreciated and then they fuck me over by doing this.
Honestly, I should have expected this, because of how this place works. This morning I woke up with a sense of dread over coming into work. Now I know why. About ten minutes ago I had a discussion with the Distribution Centre Manager about my moving into the warehouse, and it took every fiber of my being to not explode and tell him to go to hell.
I feel so humiliated by this, to be downgraded by this. To be cast off like this. I should have taken the severance package, but it’s too late. I hate them. I hate them all.
My 2 SERIOUSLY PISSED OFF BYTES
P.S. Please forgive my potty mouth.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
The Clip of the Week
Why is it that the stuff that was cool in the 70's would get you ass kicked today?
My 2 Bytes
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
My Mom and Dad are here. HELP
Well my mom and dad are here. They arrived yesterday. They leave tomorrow. Part of me wishes that they would stay longer. Part of me wants them out, now.
Last night we went to The Keg for supper after they arrived and my dad was up to his usual self. I hate to admit it, but I think I get my sense of humor. My mom on the other hand is a complainer. She been complaining about things ever since she got into the city.
Oh for the record, I'm surprised that my dad is still alive after he said that he was going to ask the waitress if she could get the "senior discount". Along with "do it know you", and "what area code are you from".
So today I'm taking my mom and dad shopping (ok my mom and my dad is tagging along). At least my dad can go to the western wear store. The part I'm not looking for is that they want to go to the casino afterwards. They can spend hours and hours in there and to be honest, a casino doesn't really appeal to me. The place is usually filled with old people, people looking for the "big payoff", and tourists. Personally, I prefer to pay my $15 a month to play City of Heroes. I usually play 2 hours a day during the week and 4 hours a day on the weekend. If you do the math, I'm paying pennies an hour to play. Oh well, I'll just have to waste $20.
Oh well, they rarely visit.
My 2 Bytes
Last night we went to The Keg for supper after they arrived and my dad was up to his usual self. I hate to admit it, but I think I get my sense of humor. My mom on the other hand is a complainer. She been complaining about things ever since she got into the city.
Oh for the record, I'm surprised that my dad is still alive after he said that he was going to ask the waitress if she could get the "senior discount". Along with "do it know you", and "what area code are you from".
So today I'm taking my mom and dad shopping (ok my mom and my dad is tagging along). At least my dad can go to the western wear store. The part I'm not looking for is that they want to go to the casino afterwards. They can spend hours and hours in there and to be honest, a casino doesn't really appeal to me. The place is usually filled with old people, people looking for the "big payoff", and tourists. Personally, I prefer to pay my $15 a month to play City of Heroes. I usually play 2 hours a day during the week and 4 hours a day on the weekend. If you do the math, I'm paying pennies an hour to play. Oh well, I'll just have to waste $20.
Oh well, they rarely visit.
My 2 Bytes
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