Mandy

I laughed so hard that I wept for 7 straight minutes

Thu, 29 May 2008 02:55:47 GMT

For the Fox..

Mon, 19 May 2008 15:27:03 GMT

Something happy for your day. Love you..

Fri, 01 Jun 2007 23:12:34 GMT

Dave Matthews wears his guitar damn near under his arm pits.

He's still hot though.

Fri, 25 May 2007 03:55:00 GMT

Our Union has voted to go on strike, but they haven't called for the walk-out yet. I hope I'm there when they do it, I always wanted to be a part of a strike.

Help me set new goals

Tue, 01 May 2007 15:49:55 GMT

Well- both my original goals from when I started biking have been accomplished-

1. I wanted to ride from seabrook to Fairmont
2. I wanted to pedal over the Kemah Bridge

Now- I'm at a bit of a loss as to what I should attempt next. I've got an ultimate goal- and call me crazy, but I really want to do this. I want to bike in the MS 150. It's a fairly famous bike rally from Houston to Austin over two days. I just missed it this year, which is good because it gives me almost a full year to train. It's April 19th and 20th next year. How strange that in some ways it seems not so far away.
I know I don't really have the right equipment. I am an amatuer after all, but hopefully over the course of the next year I will continue to improve my speed and performance, and actually be ready to give it my best shot next April.

I need some new goals, so I could really use your help to figure some out.
One of my goals, in prep for the MS 150, is to ride 146 to Galveston. But that's a massive undertaking that's far into the future. Right now I need to set some moderate goals to start working on to keep me focused and motivated.

So if you would like to help me set some biking paths- just remember a couple things.

1. The path needs to have a bike lane / sidewalk, hike/bike trail- because I'm not quite up to biking with traffic.. scares the bejeezus out of me.

2. The Landmark goal needs to be under ~20 miles away. Keep in mind that however far the distance needs to be multiplied by x2 for the ride back home.

3. Or the Landmark goal needs to be under ~35 miles away, for when I will have someone meet up with me at the end and drive me back home, haha.

It's the Eye of the Tiger.. lalalala la...

Sat, 14 Apr 2007 17:34:39 GMT

Training.. for what, I don't know, but it's nice to have so sort of goal again.

The bike riding and the running and exercise feels so great. It's a wonderful feeling to be active again. I am feeling stronger, and I am feeling skinnier and more attractive. I'm working out 4-5 times a week, and I really do enjoy it. It's nice to be outside, smell of the gulf in the cool wind that whips past my face as I'm riding past forests and bayous and beautiful grasslands.

At home I meditate and tend to my small garden with the precision of a bonsai artist, and it just feels right.

To relax, I read and then soak in a bath for hours.

For fun, i'm rocking out on Guitar Hero, and have progressed most of the way through the Hard difficulty range. I should be ready to battle JO any day now. Or, I'm watching my favorite shows, Foster's home for imaginary friends, or Walker Texas Ranger. ^_^

We watched Snakes on a Plane last night, and it was awesome. Samuel L. Jackson for the win.

Tonight, I want to go out dancing at Scout bar. Anyone want to come along?

And if that's not all great news, then listen to THIS! Blizzcon is coming back again this year in August! Nate and I are already planning a road trip out to Anaheim to catch it again, and we are already in the planning stages for another Award-winning costume contest entry- this time it's a moonkin! Druid love! <3

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 17:24:52 GMT

A place where blooms wind up towards blue
And winds produce the calming tune
The Song of Green, through groves of bamboo
Leaves bask in the warmth of a springs afternoon
Herons stand silent while water flows
Carp slip through the stream like kisses
In this garden that no one knows
No ones been, no one misses

Sleep in the green, Sleep in the warm
Sleep in the dappled light and shade
Lullaby of earth and water
In the dream that I have made

Sat, 07 Apr 2007 10:43:21 GMT

Tiny seed
What a beautiful bloom you would have made
My Easter Lily

Serious lack of updates and..

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 16:50:13 GMT

..yet I can't think of all that much to say.

I used to update LJ all the time.. eh.

I'm working. My job doesn't pay enough.

I'm working out, cause I'm tired of being fat. I want to be hot again. I was never "skinny" but once upon a time I was definitely Svelte. And I've got an entire trash bag full of clothes that I can't bring myself to throw away because I'm hoping one day I'll have a fire lit under me and decide to get slim again. And so I'm going for it. I hardly even play WoW at all anymore. Now is the time to do it. I want to get down to where I was at 2 years ago... 120 pounds and very satisfied with myself. Motivation is the key here, I've already started eating healthier, smaller portions. No sodas, and no sweets, though I admit to having a cookie last night. It was never my intention to hit the wall before 22. So I'm going to have to kick some ass and get things back into gear. I'm planning on re-joining karate during the summer. I wanted to be in roller derby, but as cowardly as it seems, I feel I will have to put this plan on the back burner until I have insurance again. Just incase of accidents.

This raspberry yogurt tastes like vomit. : /

I feel like my journal has become just something I post mundane updates in, instead of a place I come to meditate, and reflect upon the ways of things, and express feelings and wishes.

Now, technically I did just say that "I wish I was skinny again", but once upon a time I would have been deeper than that.

I would have described the emotions that swirl around in my guts as I gaze into a reflection that once held such promise and was now only disappointment. Wandering thoughts of unrealized potential..

oh forget it..

I'm just not up to writing deep right now.

Homey Don't Play That

Sat, 17 Feb 2007 17:44:16 GMT

There is a devil woman at work and everyone had warned me about her. Her name is Theresa, though around the deli she also goes by Fat-ass, Stupid Bitch, Cunt, Dumb whore.. etcetera.

The night before valentines we were running behind because we had alot of customers back-to-back-to back. Theresa told me to go start cleaning in the back, and she will start cleaning in the front so I say.. ok.. and head back to start on a truly massive pile of dishes in the sink that hasn't been touched all day.

Now let me explain this.. her idea of "Cleaning the front.." was to take apart all the slicers and machinery from the rotisserie, and toss all the filthy parts in the back for me to clean. Well, stupidly, I did go ahead and clean them even though I was a bit peeved about it, and I put all the clean parts back up front so that she could put all the machines back together. She swept a bit, though the front part only consists of about a 12 foot long strip of floor, as opposed to a 500 sq foot floor back in the kitchen. Then I noticed, she had disappeared. She would be gone for 10-15 minutes at a time, and I would have no idea where she was or what she was doing, and this happened quite a few times.

By 9:30, I'm almost through with the dishes, though i've got blisters on my hands from scrubbing pots and pans and machine parts for the last two hours in scalding hot water. I'm panicking, because there is so much still left to be done and not nearly enough time to finish before close, especially because this fat bitch is farting around at a snails pace doing completely unnecessary tasks. She takes off yet again, this time to go "clean the break room". At 9:50, she calls for a manager to come to the deli, and when he does, he's got a split second to toss me an understanding look of pity before Theresa has the fucking gall to pull him into a corner and stage whisper that she's finished "Cleaning her half of the deli, but.." I'm clearly running behind and will have to stay later then 10 pm to finish. The manager asks me if this will be ok, and I replied through gritted teeth that the job's gotta get done.

The clock hits 10, Theresa waddles to the back and tells me to "Have a nice day tomorrow!" and fucking leaves.

Now some people might wonder why I didn't call this woman on her obvious fucking ploy, why I didn't protest being treated like I was but here's how I was thinking at that moment. The bitch is playing games with me. She's trying to make me miserable and run me off. She thinks i'm some young little girl who is going to just lay down and take her treatment without so much as a whimper--
but what ms. Theresa doesn't realize.. is that she is dealing with a certified fucking Ninja. And you Don't Fuck Around with Ninjas. So, I let her leave. I knew it was going to happen. That's when I acted very quickly to have all my bases covered. I allowed that woman to walk out of that store, leaving me behind to finish her work, and let her think she was tasting victory. I let her enjoy it for the briefest time, because I knew very soon that her victory would soon sour behind that fat gaping maw and she would be caught in the very trap she had laid out for herself.

I finished cleaning, and I didn't half-ass it either. That place was sparkling when I was done. It took me until 11:30, but when I finished I called the manager in there to inspect so he could approve of the job. I showed him everything I had done, then I led him to the front and showed him how I had cleaned all the parts for the machines, and how Theresa hadn't even bothered to put them all back together. Then, being the good little trooper I was, I calmly rebuilt all the machinery right infront of him all the while talking to him about how much I value team work and integrity.. hahaha. By the time I was finished, the manager was livid with Theresa, and swore he was going to talk to the deli manager in the morning and have her hours cut as much as he legally could and contact the union and have her written up and put on probation..

"Oh, I don't want to get anyone into trouble.." I murmured with a small smile.

To be continued.

Fri, 09 Feb 2007 18:14:09 GMT

Well it finally happened..

Almost.

I was cleaning a slicer yesterday and took a small chunk of my thumb off. I mean, nothing real serious, it just hurts like a bitch. And I refused to tell anyone, lest they think the new girl is a noob like they suspected who can't be trusted around sharp, shiny things. Thankfully my nail caught the blade and kept it from going any further than it did. I went to the bathroom with my hands in my pockets so no one would see, and kept pressure on it with a paper towel until the majority of bleeding had abated. I took a bandage from the customer service desk, where the front guys name is "Chuck" and I calmly regaled him with Chuck Norris jokes as I wrapped up my thumb. "Don't work in the deli, haha.."

I have a court date on march 15th to explain why I didn't turn in my paperwork on time. MAYBE if the state could send driving records a little faster than 4-6 weeks.. but whatever. Worst that can happen, and probably will happen.. I pay $150 fine. Fuck em. There's no justice in the courts while there's money to be made out of poor people.

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 17:11:05 GMT

Wow. How long since I've posted.

Well, shit's gone down. Some of it I'll talk about, some of it I won't.

I quit Spec's, which makes me sad because I do miss all my friends there alot.. but thanks to politics and bullshit it was just time to move on. I was increasingly being treated in a way I didn't agree with, ie: doing all the manager work without so much as a "Hey, thanks." I put in my two weeks notice and had Tony our dm trash talk my new job every day for the next 14 days, and then again some more after I had quit, and came back one day to pick up my last paycheck. Mickey hadn't said as much as two words to me in the past half month, ofcourse neither did scott or susan but I don't particularly give a damn about them. I did notice that they didn't hesitate to wolf down slices of my going-away cake. Maybe there was some miscalculated goodwill disguised in the consumption of my treat.

I took the weekend off after quitting Specs and hit the Indian Casino. The trip up to Louisiana was tolerable.. I drove the whole way listening to my Audio Cd of To Kill a Mockingbird and blithely wondered whether there was a secret affair between Atticus Finch and the colored cook, Calpurnia.. and also whether no one ever thought Boo Radley a closet child-molester. Not that Boo Radley wasn't a noble character, I personally would be uncomfortable if a non-related male neighbor was watching my kids as closely as Boo viewed Jem and Scout. I broke even after spiltting my 11-3:30 am excursion into sin between the craps and blackjack table, and Nate was ahead by about $100. On the way out the clouds started drizzling a misty rain, which I didn't consider a problem until we got on the road and realized it was pitch black, wet, visibility was shitty, I was tired as fuck, we were in the middle of nowhere, and 1-10 had been reduced to a measley two laned road so that I was constantly pressed against a concrete barrier with hydroplane-worthy puddles running the length of it by gigantic 18-wheelers who didn't seem like they wanted to stay in their own lane. Coupled with the fact that I've been recently having alot of nightmares about driving around at night in comprobable situtations (granted.. in most of these dreams I'm inebriated on some substance or another and probably trying to dodge the cops..) it was a fairly uncomfortable trip. I was determined the get home that morning though, I didn't want to stop and sleep at a rest stop, those creep me out.. so driving 4 hours in the black, pouring rain.. and dense fog.. was really the lesser of two evils.

On a lighter note, I waited outside the Best Buy on Fairmont at 8 in the morning the other week with the temperature dipping into the ~30's so that I could snag two collector's editions of the Burning Crusade. So much for being done with wow. None of my mains are so much as a third through 60-61, but I have leveled a BE Mage and Draenei Priest to lvl 20 each.

On a heavier note, my father had a small heart attack and went to the emergency room, and I was rushed out of my first day of work at Krogers to get to the hospital. My sister had panicked and blew it out of proportion a little, so that when I arrived I didn't know if Dad was even alive or not, but other than some high blood pressure he was ok.. as far as I know. My Dad will never show any kind of weakness if he can help it so it's always difficult to diagnose the true situation. He insisted he was fine and the stop fussing over him and get back to work. He's on some medication now and he was sent home the same night.

Bruce and the cat Zoey seem to get along beautifully. I will put up some pics of them eventually.

Krogers.. is allright. It's full of gossipy old women but most of them are harmless. There is one girl around my age, she's adorable as hell but she's leaving soon to help open a new store. Just my luck, huh? They've got my scheduled on closing everynight this week, which has the advantage of not having to be at work until 2pm, but the severe disadvantage of it being probably the hardest working shift, not to mention dirtiest. Cleaning up at Spec's usually took about a half-hour, give or take. Cleaning up at krogers takes about 4 hours. All the ovens, the deep fryer and rottisserre have to have the grease and bits of overcooked food scrubbed out, slicers taken apart and cleaned. Old product written off, repackaged and put out on discount. (Though you can get a bag of 12 donuts for $2 around 9pm) Dishes need to be done. I have to scrub the floors, then Squegee the water off, then go back again and mop it.

At some point every evening I find myself wrist deep in a chicken's vagina..

Probably my least favorite of all chores is racking the whole raw frozen chickens for the rotisserre the next day. My fingers ache with the cold, and they are basted in a plasted bag full of bloody juice. The chicken bodies look almost like little fat babies corpses. I have to reach up inside and pull out whatever remaining fat or guts are up in there, then tie the knobby little legs together and proceed to sensually massage each chicken with a secret mix of herbs and spices. After the chickens are on the rack, I have to bend their little wings backwards so they are held in place behind.. well.. I guess underneath where the head SHOULD be. Imagine an episode of my Mom's favorite show Cops: Mardi Gras! If you've ever watched that then you've seen all the dumb drunk guys who have been arrested, and the cops have them all sitting down indian style on the ground in some alley, with their hands cuffed behind their heads. That's what the chicken look like.

I thought it would be quite amusing to put two chickens next to each other and wrap their wings over each others shoulders, so that whenever someone looked into the cooker they would see a pair of chickens turning on a burning ferris wheel of death, and know that those two birds were friends to the very last.

Well, the joke was funny up until the point I had to put the finished chicken out for sale, and much to my dismay the love birds had been cooked together, and my efforts to pull them apart only succeded in both of their wings being ripped out at the shoulder. Oops.

Oh yeah brotha!

Tue, 09 Jan 2007 02:09:47 GMT

So long Specs!

Mandy is heading down the end zone.. oh oh.. what's this.. oh SIKE!!

Hello Krogers. And Back to school. My 2 weeks goes in tomorrow.

Fuck Yes.

ZOMG

Sun, 07 Jan 2007 17:40:27 GMT

ZOMG-- YOU GOOGLED ME!

What am I, chopped liver?

Mon, 18 Dec 2006 06:44:46 GMT

I can't wait till the holidays are over, and I'm back in school.. or have a new job.

You know what's awesome? Spending my one day off doing denfensive driving.. and I forgot to send off for my driving record, so now I'm going to have to pay $30 to get it quick, and even then I think it's going to come in too late to meet my Dec. 21 court date.

Did I mention I fucking hate all the cocksuckers at work?

God, I'm miserable.

Sat, 28 Oct 2006 16:14:33 GMT

Bleh. I hate when Halloween falls on a weekday.. cause now I don't know if I should dress up today, or wait till tuesday. : /

The only new posts I've been getting on my friends page lately have been Joanna's, and to be perfectly honest every time I see a new one I just devour it several times. And she's been on my mind alot lately. Just who she is, and the things she does, and wishing that we had had more time together in high school to become closer. Just everything she lives for sounds awesome. The optimism, simple and profound. How every day for her seems like something new and fantastic. That, or she's just a really great liar. ;)

And I sit here and think about going to work everyday, in a hostile environment where I'm becoming increasingly paranoid that everyone is out to get me. Stressed, and unhappy to have to work there, and being treated as less than I deserve. When I do stop the hectic rush for a moment to chat with a friend, I get punished for being lazy and not working hard enough, and then the person/s that punished me go outside for their 8th 10-minute smoke break that day. I'll call Nate and won't ever be able to get him to answer his phone. I'll get off work and go home to my dirty apartment, looking forward to spending time with someone, only to find him on the computer. "Just 30 more mins.." turns into 4 more hours, as I go sit in my room and dread the whole cycle starting all over again until I fall into bizarre dreams that leave me more tired in the morning. My whole life seems so cluttered and negative.

"Everything sucks", I say. But shouldn't I be able to do something about it?

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 15:51:45 GMT

Ever find yourself in a situation that's just completely absurd?

And you think, surely... SURELY someone will come to my aid, come to my defense--

This person is my friend, this person knows me, they'll set this straight.

And you wait for them to open their mouths and exclaim how ridiculous this all is..

But they don't.

Motto of this story-- Don't shit where you eat.. figuratively, of course.

Cause people you thought you could trust are always going to disapoint you.
So Fuuuuuuuuck y'all.

She works hard for the money-

Wed, 11 Oct 2006 17:13:29 GMT

Eh eh- eh eh

So hard for the moneeeeeey.

Eh eh-eh eh

LFG for Crossroads PVP

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 17:09:55 GMT

Today, I stand at a crossroad. There are several choices, and I must pick one.

I HATE Scott and Susan. I loathe and despise them with a burning fervor reserved for only the most despicable vertically challenged 6th grade science teachers. Even more than they, themselves.. it's what they REPRESENT. And perhaps I am being overly dramatic, but that's how I live. They represent idiocy, and cruelty, and ineptitude in power. They blatantly flay the rules to pursue their own needs, they are bitter, and angry, and are loathe to see any fun or enjoyment existing, in their domain. It is inconceivable that such unjustice can even exist. It's frustrating. Mikey is everything any company could want in a store manager. He's sympathetic, hardworking, well-versed, intelligent, sociable, good natured, and he's just fun to be around. It makes me wonder, even with all the evidence before them, how can the company refuse to see what's really going on here?

Scott is rude, sexist, dirty, incapable of any social performance and he leeches off the work of others. He spends his days with one hand on his genitals and the other scribbling down incentive sales.

Susan is bitter and joyless as a wraith and flip-flops between being almost bearably decent, and then a downright bitch. All that she's managed to accomplish in the last 70 years is spit out a dozen kids who never call her, and somehow rise up to claim a glorified head cashier position. She goes home every night and sits by the phone that never rings, and hates us all who can come to work everyday with some small bit of happiness. We have our whole lives ahead of us.. marriage, school, children. Her's is slowly creeping to a close. How dare we be young, healthy, and have so much opportunity ahead of us? Susan is an Aunt, in every sense of the word. She contradicts everything we are told by higher authority. Mrs. Lyndie told us, if a customer brings an incentive item up to the register, we should ask if anyone helped them pick it out. If they say no, we can claim it for ourselves. Susan forbids the cashiers from asking customers that. She sits in her tower and watches, and scribbles down in her notebook and takes credit for the sales. Don't believe me? I was there once, when our former beer salesman Brian once sold a whole case of an incentive item to a customer. Susan, upon seeing the sale, went to the computer and claimed it. Brian confronted her about it, and she told him. "It's too late now, if you put in your sale it will knock both claims out of the system." Brian was understandably upset, though I think later he did go back and claim the sale, just to spite her. Good for him.

I just got a call from Tony, and he wants me to come talk to him. Here are my choices.

1. I can continue to work with spec's, and look for a new job while finishing my time out there.

2. I can quit striaght up all together, though the down side of this argument is that I would leave Sara and Mikey high and dry, and they would have to work more to cover for me not being there.. aka.. I'll feel like a total shit, inconveniencing friends because I want to stand up for myself. Also, if I am unable to find a new job soon, I will put nate and myself into an uncomfortable financial situation. Responsibility comes into play heavily here.

3. John Campbell didn't raise a quitter. I can continue to work for Spec's, all the while making Susans' career as miserable as possible. If I quit, that means she accomplished what she wanted.. Driving me away. She wins. If I stay, she has to keep scratching away at me, all the while I'll collect the dirt on this bitch and ultimately present the case to someone who will actually do something about it.

Spec's is supposed to be a fun and positive working environment?

Indeed.

There is potential here in this company. Overall, it's a great place, and I have never lost the excitement to be apart of it.

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.

Chuck Norris is over a thousand years old...

Fri, 08 Sep 2006 15:41:07 GMT

You know what quickly becoming my favorite guilty pleasure...?

Walker, Texas Ranger. It's like one of those movies that was so awful that people thought it was a comedy and it became a cult classic.

Better Conditions for Prisoners Now!

Wed, 06 Sep 2006 05:16:36 GMT

All these bitches want my money and not only that.. they was me to snap open my wallet and hand them the cash while i'm (figuratively) bent over and ceremoniously given not one, not two.. nay.. THREE to the ass.

To the cop that pulled me over in houston.. I hope you choke, you prick!

Is it not fucking enough that I lose 1/5th of every paycheck from now until the day I DIE (or retire, but I imagine DEATH would get to me first : / ) to fucking taxes and paying into city and federal coffers that will no doubt be empty before I even get a chance to take my fair share? I pay thousands of dollars into medicare and social security so that the bottom feeders and leeches can drain the lifeblood out of me every fucking paycheck, and yet I cannot afford health insurance. What the fuck? But NOW I have to take another hundred dollars.. (so much for my overtime that I've been busting my ass on) for Court Costs, so some prick can go "Oh, ok, she took defensive driving.. Next!". How do I get that guys job, huh?? How about you just take the money out of there? I haven't gotten a social security refund in four years, though I know for sure I've been paying into it every month.

My apartment office is closed on Sunday, and then on Monday for labor day.. which happens to coincide with this months rent due day... and when I go to pay rent today.. the FIRST day it's been open since rent was due, they tell me I owe a $75 fee for paying late! Not only that, but I've been sent TWO water bills this month, because the first 3 months we were here, we never got a water bill, and now they are trying to collect on back payments. Fuck you people. I told them.. "Hey.. I'm not getting a water bill, what do I need to do about this?" and they assured me everything was fine and not to worry about it. Now i'm being hit with $70 worth of water bills in the same month for a dinky little 2 bed room, 1 bath apartment that only has 2 people living in it. That's more than my dad pays for a 5bd 2bth house with 7 people in it. Ofcourse, they fail to take into account our water heater and sink being broken, but why should they pay attention to that when there's a fresh bit of flesh they haven't sucked the blood out of yet?

Arghhh. So full of rage.

Sat, 02 Sep 2006 16:04:27 GMT

ROFLCOPTER.

Tue, 29 Aug 2006 16:34:35 GMT

Nate says I'm working too much, but sometimes I feel like I'm not working ENOUGH. Just this overwhelming feeling like there's so much that needs to be done, and bills need to be paid and I need the MONEY to take care of everything, and there's never enough. Never enough hours in the day to work, never enough money, never enough groceries in the fridge, never enough time to clean the house and take care of errands, and nate.. and then there's the whole "when-am-I-going-to-be-done-with-this-and-start-what-I-really-want-to-do?" feelings layered on top of all that. When am I going to lose these 20 lbs? I'll be up and moving around on my feet all day, feels like I walked at least 5 miles around the store everyday, but the fucking weight is so stubborn, and won't get the fuck off me. Why am I drinking so much? I'm far from being a drunk, it's really the social aspect of it all I find so appealing. After so many years of being isolated in a veritable island of one or two friends, now I've got a whole handful of people that like to just casually get together and hang out.

People at the store have problems. They are all so fucked up, and I don't want to come across as judemental, but sometimes I feel like one of the only few normal people in that entire environment. People who have boyfriends or girlfriends that are entirely crazy, who are abusive, who do just plain awful things, and yet when you think of the reaction that a normal person would have.. these people just absorb it, and they never DO ANYTHING about it, and they just complain about how bad things are. I want to say, "Are you THAT stupid? I know you are uneducated, but do you REALLY LACK that much common sense that you are blind to the obvious answer here??"

Here's my advice to you. If your "boyfriend" who has just gotten out of prison, and just had a 3rd baby with someone else who isn't YOU wants to "break-up", let him go. Newsflash- that's NOT the kind of guy you should want.

If your ex-husband is stalking you and then goes crazy when he finds out you are dating someone and burns all your worldly possesions to "get-back" at you.. CALL THE FUCKING COPS before he comes after you and your children!

Scott- for the love of christ QUIT GRABBING YOUR GENITALS! Especially in front of costumers, but ESPECIALLY in front of me!

If you have a store manager that constantly gropes himself in public, and is anti-social, and not to mention downright rude to employees and sexist, and completely uniformed about 75% of what's going on in the store, and shows absolutely NO interest in learning what's going on.. get a NEW store manager.

Common sense, people. It'll do you a world of good.

And what's the point of me having a tuesday off if warcraft is just going to be down for maintenance anyway? : /

loooook what I got.. :D

Fri, 11 Aug 2006 17:41:45 GMT

Is that not the cutest, happiest looking puppy ever?! His name is Jellybean, and we are brining him home from the shelter on wednesday!

Also, we have a hold on..

Tibby-- but we are going to rename her Logan- cause of her awesome Wolverinesque side burns. ^_^ Logan is on hold while she's being medicated for kennel cough.

Heeeee. Time for work.

I'm going to bring my puppies meat and cheese everyday. ^_^

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 15:55:36 GMT

heeee... I gotta go grocery shopping, lol...