F. Off. Die. Hot Stuff. DIEEEE.

I haven't been able to put anything in here due to dealing with LIFE. Does that explain anything to all of you? yeah.

First off!
I'm sick and frickin tired of running my got damn ass off all the time. The second I get up until the moment I hit the bed, I'm on my feet and they are throbbing. Yay. Rah.

Second!
Catch up....yeah you'll understand in a moment you instant gratification people...

Where I work:
People have been quitting left and freakin right. My best friend is still "technically" a co worker, she'll be helping to clean so thank god for that...but this doofus gary...oi vey...he seemed great at first, my fiance and I liked working with him. Then last friday, he pulls this assinine chit.

He just walks the F out after two hours into his shift without telling Us why. My fiance is forced by upper management to call him and beg him to come back. He finds out that gary left due to another co worker who he claims was "flirting with customers, not helping, and leaving messes for him to clean up". uh. huh.

So then we get her side of the story after we're all fuming at this point. jesus christ. Here he was saying not more than 24hrs before to her that, "he's had it with the food industry..he hates cleaning up after people.." on and on and freakin on. We believe her because when she was cornered, the look of pure confusion was on her face and then anger that he used her as a scapegoat. We were so damn happy that she didn't quit right then and there.

Okayyyyyy..now the REAL fun part....

During all of this bull chit, health inspector shows up...the hot stuff rep shows up in the MIDDLE of Lunch Rush and he was told not to do this but apparently he forgot to pull his tiny dick out of his brain stem. heh.

Meanwhile...I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to throw and make 6inch and 8inch pizzas every got damn 8mins. I felt like Lucy in that chocolate factory episode...although i wasnt stuffing pizzas down my shirt or in my mouth. HA! Fuck that..ewwwwww nastyyyyy f'n pizzas...I hate pizzas because of this job. blech.

Then to top off our friday...right after we rush two of our four beloved cats to the vet. Syd has got an infection in his bladder and that's what was causing his weight gain. So he's on anti biotics. That's a joy to give him pepto looking nasty chit down his throat while getting scratch marks the size of grand canyon lines on my arms. oi. Vivi just needed his yearly shots and the boys have never been seperated so we did a two cats with one...whatever. You get the point.lol

There...I have updated this blog. I will return when I am damn well ready. HA~