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November 24, 2008
Oh. God.
Not ten minutes, people? How about five to a take a piss?!
This was the night from HELL. There wasn't a time that there wasn't a call light going off. Not. One. Minute. I ran my bag ass off all night. We had the usual 17 calls from the guy who likes to pee. Well, he likes to go to the bathroom- he never does anything in there... the back story is that he spends all day sleeping, and so instead of sleeping at night he lays there bored and has nothing better to do than think about peeing... when he isn't getting up to piss, he is ringing the light telling us he might have to piss soon. Fuck. Me. Then the other calls from... well... everybody. One even called me to tell me how good he felt, and how good he was sleeping. Awesome. I think. At least I didn't get a face fart- I did get my fingers pissed on, so, SCORE for me on the gross-o-meter.
It was just nuts. And a note to the kitchen staff. Please never ever again feed the residents shrimp. One of them said "It didn't taste very fresh". (In North fucking Dakota? No shit? Can you get any further from brackish shrimping waters?!) In any case- it makes for, shall we say, a shitty night, so please, I beg you- never again, m'kay? That's all I got to say about that.
I am beat- and wound up at the same time. My hand is fucking screaming bloody murder from my carpal tunnel- I may have to do a home amputation kit (available at the nearest True Value hardware store). I can't go to bed yet, either. I have to go the to pharmacy, and then to the store to buy last minute shit for Thursday's face stuffage, and then to the bank Fuck. Ing. Joy. Perhaps we can splurge on breakfast while were out. That is assuming I don't go face first into my eggs- or toss my food by thinking about that horrid things I smelled/saw/wiped up tonight.
Posted by TheFreud at November 24, 2008 1:53 PM
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Wowie. Well, you have a job. I'll be out of a job January 15th, which is a-ok (or will be a-ok for at least a month, but then will be a-o-fucking-scary after that.) I'll get unemployment, and probably severance, and will be cashed out on my vacation and personal time, and meanwhile I'm just putting away as many dollars as I can.
The kid is awesome. Life is pretty good, actually. Met The One. Seriously. It's so good. Everything with him is so good. I'm absolutely in love, and it's never been easier. No drama, no games, just great.
It's 2:30 p.m. and I think I'm going to ditch outta here at 3. What are they going to do - fire me? LOLOLOL! My current boss is a crazy motherfucker, so I won't be sad to be away from her. She can turn any conversation to herself and her family in less than a minute. A coworker's mother had a heart attack. Within one minute of hearing about that, Boss Lady had turned the conversation to her daughter's cold. No kidding. She's a peach. A crazy motherfucking peach.
How are the kids liking their little school? How is Kev doing at work?
Posted by: Me. at December 5, 2008 11:36 PM
