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Today was just a strange day.
Dec. 16th, 2004 06:33 pmWith elements of sucky thrown in for good measure.
There is a new girl at work to replace Nailah. This one's name is Di'Anna Finley. And don't you forget that it's Di'Anna and not Diana. She says her mum called her that, but I'm thinking there's been a bit of tweaking on her part. Who the fuck calls their kid Di'Anna? Anyway, Miss Di is already proving herself a cunt. She told Ray Hamilton- right in front of me- that I said he didn't know how to put merhcandise away. I did no such thing. And it was her tone; imagine a bunch of grade one kids chanting, "Sonja said you don't know how to check in orders!" Someone should tell her that if she's going to spread rumours, she should wait til the rumour-ee is not present. It's her second day on, and nobody likes her.
My mum got lost in a carpark. She'd gone out to get some things for Haley's school, and when she came out of the shops, she couldn't find the car. Two hours and several trips round the carpark later, she found it. She phoned, frantic and upset, explaining why she was late coming home. She'd thought the car'd been taken, but what really happened was that she'd forgotten which car she'd used. She was laughing and crying at the whole thing, and I felt sort of bad for her. She must have looked odd, walking around and around the carpark, her arms loaded with stuff.
And yes, I called the girl at McDonald's a stupid cunt. I had to pay twice for something because she fucked up, and the manager wouldn't fix it. Therefore, she's a stupid cunt who hasn't even the intellect to work at a fucking McDonald's.
There is a new girl at work to replace Nailah. This one's name is Di'Anna Finley. And don't you forget that it's Di'Anna and not Diana. She says her mum called her that, but I'm thinking there's been a bit of tweaking on her part. Who the fuck calls their kid Di'Anna? Anyway, Miss Di is already proving herself a cunt. She told Ray Hamilton- right in front of me- that I said he didn't know how to put merhcandise away. I did no such thing. And it was her tone; imagine a bunch of grade one kids chanting, "Sonja said you don't know how to check in orders!" Someone should tell her that if she's going to spread rumours, she should wait til the rumour-ee is not present. It's her second day on, and nobody likes her.
My mum got lost in a carpark. She'd gone out to get some things for Haley's school, and when she came out of the shops, she couldn't find the car. Two hours and several trips round the carpark later, she found it. She phoned, frantic and upset, explaining why she was late coming home. She'd thought the car'd been taken, but what really happened was that she'd forgotten which car she'd used. She was laughing and crying at the whole thing, and I felt sort of bad for her. She must have looked odd, walking around and around the carpark, her arms loaded with stuff.
And yes, I called the girl at McDonald's a stupid cunt. I had to pay twice for something because she fucked up, and the manager wouldn't fix it. Therefore, she's a stupid cunt who hasn't even the intellect to work at a fucking McDonald's.
