11. Meetings suck.
11.
Meetings do really suck. I have them all the time now with this job, and they're a huge fucking waste of time. Blathering on about how much money we're losing, blah blah... none of which has to do with me. One of the bosses tells me I'm doing a fine job. The end. A fine waste of an hour. Which I wouldn't complain about if we didn't have to stay after for them. And I'm sure those fucking Jews will send us home early tomorrow, so I don't get the lousy $8.50 for time + a half.
And then, the planned phone conversation with the family. Which is nothing but awkward. "Oh, we miss you!" I don't miss you. I'm in paradise, you're in hell. Go shovel some snow and catch pneumonia. And then to put me down... the scuzzy trash talks about all the kids they've having (despite being dirt poor), and I go on about how I'm single... and "blah blah blah, meet someone, you'll die alone and miserable, unlike me and my husband who beats me!". Whatever.
All this interrupted my hopeful watching of the Players' Championship today... but, it sucked, because it rained at Sawgrass for like the 10th straight year... making the course easy and boring. It's probably my favorite tournament of the year, though... mostly because I remembered every hole at Sawgrass when I was like 8, due to playing PGA Tour on Genesis so much. And I can't help but mark out when players go splashing on 17. And Adam Scott really needs to cut his hair. Cut your crap finally, and be my little pretty boy.
I've lost all interest in March Madness. My bracket have gone to hell. Only positive is I have LSU in some total luck point spread thing. I don't know to explain it properly... but, I could win money on that. So, whatevz. I was planning on using those winnings to finally buy a XBox 360... but, those plans are finished. And it's probably a good thing.
And Mimi is sick today. Cleaning kitty puke is very not fun. I probably have to take her to a new vet, soon... which is always a huge pain in the ass, since the Princess Mimi refuses to be picked up. I'm sure if she got to play with other cats... she'd be the snobby bitch of the group. Just like Mommy, I've taught her well.
That's all.
Leelee.
4 Comments
Recommended Comments