In The Trailerhood
Friday, May 13, 2011
Three More Days
All I have left to do is pack, which is mostly clothes and dishes; I have a few miscellaneous items but really, not too much. Put everything on the pallets, shrink wrap everything on the pallets, place them out front, wait for transport to pick up some pets, wait for freight company to pick up stuff, go to sleep, wake up early, early, early, put dogs, Serenity and immediately needed things in car, drive away, get gas, get the fuck out of this hell hole.
This will all be done after I finish working two more days. Yep, Sunday night and early Monday will be busy. I have some help for Monday getting the pallets moved and two heavy things on to the pallets, help with shrink wrapping and then hope to God everyone shows up, on time, like they are supposed to...thus far everything has gone easily...I do not need issues the very last day.
I’m still nervous...very nervous...but I’m also starting to get a little excited. I really do not know why I’m nervous. I’ve done this so many times before and never been this nervous. Yes, I’ve had stress getting everything together, in the past, and yes, I’ve been nervous about, “Will I make new friends there, what will it be like” that kind of thing...but this is a different type of nervous. I’m not sure why I’m this nervous except to say, I probably won’t relax until I’m gainfully employed.
Why the hell did 51% of people vote that POS in to office? I’d be feeling a whole lot better if it wasn’t him spending money left and right and fucking up the economy. At least we got rid of some of the worst Dems...anyway...just have to find a good job, a good paying job, almost immediately, and then I’ll know it was absolutely right.
I guess I’m also nervous because so far, everything has gone so easily. I am not used to everything going so easily. I mean, everything fell in to place with minimal effort. Maybe it’s a sign that this is indeed right....but it still makes me nervous.
OY...three more days, wake up, buh bye.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Less Than A Week
By this time next week, I’m supposed to be on the road, moving north.
This entire past week has been busy but now that I have a place, I’ve been busting my ass for the past two days.
Yesterday I went out, succumbed, and got a cell phone. Thankfully we can still get the pay as you go plans, no contracts, you put money on it and when it runs out, you put more on there. That’s how I like my phone to be cause I’m not in to talking on the phone. Got a charger for the car, as well.
I also went and got an oil change and of course, as always, there was more that needed to be done. I knew they were going to do this so I made them show me everything. I made them take the serpentine belt out because that little flashlight on it, couldn’t see anything. Took it out and showed me...hmmm...yep, it does have cracks in it. Sigh. Cha-ching for them. Lights over back license plate not working. Show me. They did. Damnit. Wiper blades were bad, I knew that...sigh. Manufacturer recommended tune ups....yep, I am over the mileage for that.....grrrrr....fuck! I was even told, “consult your owner’s guide if you don’t believe us”. Damn thing was in there. GAH! If I was staying here and just using the car to get around town, I would have told them to bite me. But, going 1700 miles to areas I don’t know...rip me off here or rip me off later. And rip me off later is usually far more expensive. But, they didn’t do anything that didn’t actually need to be done. Cha-ching, everyone there is going out to a nice dinner on my dime. Congratulations.
Went and got packing boxes, bubble wrap and tape. Contacted someone to transport the pets. Contacted a freight company to come pick up my stuff. Which, frankly, I’m only paying for the truck and the gas because I get to do all of the work. You see, I have to have everything packed, put on pallets and shrink wrapped. They have to be on the curb. The truck merely comes in, loads them on the truck, drives them up, unloads them off the truck and I’m left with fricken pallets I don’t want nor need. But, at least my stuff is being picked up. And the cost to transport the pets and getting my stuff picked up by a freight company is loads...loads less, cost wise, than if I had chosen, say, U-Haul. Doing it myself was going to be over 2 grand...not including gas. Plus stress of driving a big truck and having a car towing behind it. Yah, too stressful so I have to pack up my own stuff and put it on pallets....not fun but still easier on my mind than the alternative. Or, I could just leave everything, shove the pets in the car and go but that would not be feasible because, uh...yah, cats and dogs in car for three days. Oh I can just imagine the joy. Plus, I don’t have that kind of money to buy everything all over again.
As it is, I have to buy furniture. I won’t have a piece of furniture at all. No bed, no couch, no table, no chairs, nothing. I do know, from personal experience, that places like Goodwill are PICKY when it comes to donated items so I think I might just go on in to one of their stores and shop around. It’s not like some people think...it’s not going to be torn, shredded, pissed on, stained, whatever. They have to be in good condition for the charity to pick it up. But that’s not a priority right now.
Anyway, then I signed the lease and sent it and the checks to the new landlord, via UPS.
All I have to do now is find some pallets, (???), shrink wrap, do tons of laundry, pack up my stuff, enlist the help of some neighbors and get my stuff on the pallets and wrapped up; to sit on the curb, waiting to be picked up.
Tuesday, early, early, I leave. It feels weird because while I’ve wanted to leave for awhile, this wasn’t exactly how I thought I was going to be doing it. Certainly not this fast...but...that’s the way it is.
Only have one last huge hurdle, the biggest one yet, to get over and that’s finding gainful employment.
So...the rest of this week I have to work. I hope those tourists tip me very well because I need every last dime I can find. This is our slow season so...who knows how well that will go.
What I do know is that I’m tired. I’m extremely tired. This city, this place, has worn me out and down. I’m fricken tired, to the core. I don’t even have the energy to get all that excited about this move. I should be..but I’m so damn tired. All I want to do is be there and rest.
Maybe I’ll start to get more excited as the day gets closer. Maybe I’ll find energy in me somewhere when I pull out of here. Maybe when I get out of city limits. Maybe then it will hit me, the reality, that I am done here and that’s it. No more Miami. No more shitty place of employment. No more callous, uncaring people, rudeness, snobbery, snottiness, arrogance and about the worst work ethics I’ve ever come across. There must be something in the water here. It makes no sense to me. These people live in paradise. I guess they don’t appreciate what they have. I did...the nature...I sure did. But the people? I can’t take it anymore. I’m too tired.
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Goodbye Rachel
The situation at work is getting bad and some of us who have been there for a long time are being treated like absolute shit and some have been threatened with their jobs. I haven’t been threatened, yet, but I have been getting some seriously abusive treatment which makes me believe that some of us are going to be getting canned in the near future. The boss has been hiring all new people, the manager’s friends, and giving them all the good stuff, letting them sit back and relax between boats, treating them with respect and treating the rest of us very poorly. Like I said, he has actually told some people that they were on their way out.
So, this past week, I have been working hard to find a new place and job so as not to have this happen with no plan. One thing I’ve never mentioned is that if I lose the job, I lose my place to live. It’s one of the perks if you want to take them up on it. I did. Because it would be stupid not to when you could save up some money. It’s something I doubt I’ll ever do again, though, because some things just aren’t worth it.
Anyway, I have found a place, I’ve applied several places and I’m leaving in 9 days. It’s out of this state and it’s hard to get a job from another state so with some leads, I’ve applied for, I’ve decided to go up there, hope for the best and hope to GOD I get gainful employment asap. So I’ve been very nervous, very anxious, wondering if this will work out. I don’t know. I honestly do not know. I hope it does...I hope I don’t fail because if I do....where the fuck do I go? And I wondered, this week, if I shouldn’t just sit here, instead, and wait to be fired or let go. “Am I doing the right thing? Am I screwing myself somehow? How long till I lose this job? Will it be another week? Month? The summer? Should I be waiting?”
But today...I realized, despite all of that, I have to get out of this job. It is completely and totally, 100% unhealthy here. And I’d like to give you possibly the most accurate way of telling you just what I mean.
See, today was a bad day. It was a very bad day. But this isn’t really about me. Hear me out:
At around 9:30-9:50 am, we were sitting at work, hanging out. This is a lull that we get, every morning, before all of the tour buses start coming in and we get busier. We were sitting on some picnic tables, talking about some random subject, when all of a sudden, we heard a loud....louder than normal in these situations...LOUD crash.
We looked over in time to see a black car flip, a white SUV flip over the black car and then flip 2-3 more times down the road.
To start, this road is very dangerous. Accidents, fatal accidents, are happening way too often on this road. People do not go the speed limit, even though it’s a highway, there are businesses along this road and we have seen, daily, people not paying attention, not looking, pulling out of the business in front of someone, causing that someone to have to slam on their brakes, pulling in to the business and people behind them not paying attention, excessive speed, alcohol related accidents....this road is not safe.
So we hear the loud crash...I’ve seen car accidents before, I’ve heard them before, several times. This crash was insanely loud; moreso than any other accident I’ve ever seen or heard.
We knew this was a bad one.
We all ran over. Most of my co-workers ran to the black car so I ran past it to the white SUV. As I passed the black car, I heard girls inside screaming and crying.
I got to the SUV, the driver had pulled himself out of his sunroof, (because he couldn’t get his door open), and while conscious, was not “there”. He was in shock, panicky, bleeding and was not fully aware that he was trying to climb down his SUV that was crumpled, glass everywhere, metal everywhere while he was already in a lot of pain. I told him to stop moving around. Stop moving! He said, “Didn’t they see me?!” Then he said, “My friend! In the back!”
I tried to see in the back for his friend but there were airbags all over the place in this vehicle. Couldn’t see a thing. I just started calling out, “Friend? Hey...friend? Friend!” His friend stumbled back towards the SUV as he had already climbed out and let me know he was there, no one else was in the car. I eventually got those two to the side of the road, stop moving around!!!!!! and some older gentlemen who were in a car going who knows what direction had stopped and were helping them. The friend was complaining of pain in his shoulder and the driver was in pain all over the place and collapsed to the ground. I left him with the older gentlemen.
I then walked over towards the black car where some co-workers were, (the rest were instructed to stop traffic on both sides of this wreck), and saw one of my co-workers trying to do CPR. He was up WAY too high, not in the right place but he was trying. One of the girls, (there were four total in the black car), who had been sitting in the back seat, driver’s side, next to this girl on the ground getting CPR, had gotten out and came around to her friend on the ground. She was in absolute hysterics. She kept screaming, “Rachel, wake up! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!”
Rachel wasn’t waking up.
It was pretty apparent that she was dead. Rachel was dead. Her body was having reflexes and blood and something else, was gushing out of her mouth. So it looked like she was gasping for breath every 15 or so seconds. But her eyes...fixed and dilated. Her face? Bluish purple. There was no pulse. But at the time, even though you know this, you keep trying and keep coaxing the person. I stood there, holding the friend’s shoulder, and saying, “C’mon Rachel, keep breathing, keep going, doing good girl, the help is coming, don’t give up, keep going....” all the while thinking, “this is not breathing...this is reflex.” Someone handed me a glove and I put that on and tried to clear her mouth and airway of the gushing blood and whatever else that was, which...impossible. Her friends were screaming, crying, freaking out..(of course)..and the lady on the phone, 911, eventually told the co-worker to stop compressions. We continued to stay near her, another co-worker holding her head to the side so the stuff could come out of her mouth and not go back down her throat and choke her. (We didn’t want to accept it either.)
Finally, the ambulance showed, they went straight to Rachel on the ground. I heard one say, “We can’t do anything if we can’t get a pulse.” Meanwhile, the helicopter that had been called to rush her to emergency, was circling over head. We had cleared everyone out of the way so that they could land in the parking lot and road.
Then...they didn’t land.
A paramedic came over to the girl I was holding and asked her if she was ok. She had the start of some serious bruises from the seat belt, some blood from somewhere but seemed ok. I told the paramedic, because this girl had told me this after I pulled her away from Rachel after the paramedics showed up, that she wanted to ride in the helicopter with Rachel.
He looked at her and said, “Sweetie. There is no ride. She’s gone.”
OY!
They asked me to stay with her, the friend, and I just held her around her shoulders and let her cry. She said it didn’t feel real, she can’t believe it’s happening, she cried, she sobbed, she repeated all those things again....and there wasn’t a dang thing I could do for her. So I just held her, rubbed her back or head and said, “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”
The driver of the black car was also fairly ok. Her parents were actually going to meet them at our park to go on a boat ride so they were there, within minutes. The road had been blocked but they knew that the “kids” had gone to our place and they walked up to the scene, to see, “just in case”. Unfortunately, it was their kid and her friends. The mom and dad sat with the driver, I sat with another girl and there was still one girl in the car, front passenger seat, who couldn’t get out. Her leg was badly broken and she couldn’t move. She was also in hysterics.
They eventually took everyone to the hospital except Rachel. Coroner had to come for her, accident scene investigators had to come out, the road was closed for 5 hours.
Now, because this road has had many accidents on it in the past, we know that when something like this happens, it’s going to be hours.
So let me tell you how the boss reacted to all of this. When Rachel was still on the ground, when we were still trying, in spite of it all, to revive her, the boss actually said, “Well, I guess we should just close and start drinking then.” Not only was it what he said, it was how he said it. It was the absolute height of disrespect. There was a girl, lying dead on the road right in front of his business and THAT is what he has to say, in a sarcastic tone? Because he was going to lose some business today?
If that wasn’t bad enough, when the paramedics and police did get there, he asked them how long it was going to take them to clear out, he had a business to run and he was losing money.
I am not kidding you.
Some of those new people, the “golden children” as they are called, who are favored and really liked the place and the boss? They cursed about him, later, called him a prick, a douchebag, a mother fucker, said they totally lost respect for him and that all he cares about is his money.
I told one of them, “NOW you are seeing what some of us “old timers” already know and have seen. Now you are getting it. Now you see the reality of this place.” And they did. It clicked for them, big time. Now they understand why us “old timers” do the things we do, the way we do.
And now, even more than ever, I realize that getting OUT of there is about the smartest thing I’m going to do. I don’t know what will happen to me once I get up there, I don’t know how hard it will be, I don’t know if I’ll succeed. But I do know, I cannot work for someone who could look at a dead girl, in front of his business, and not care at all.
Now, what happened....unfortunately, it’s the girl driver’s fault. Not the dead girl, she was totally innocent. The black car was driving west, and were turning in to our business to go on an airboat ride. The driver’s mother and father were behind her, a few minutes, and they were going to meet up and have a fun day. They were all from the UK, on vacation. They were coming to have fun.
The driver turned, RIGHT in front of that SUV who was traveling east. The SUV didn’t even have time to hit the brakes. The SUV slammed in to the right side of the car, right at the back of the passenger side. Right where Rachel was sitting. Rachel took the full impact of a large vehicle traveling from 60-65mph.
They hit so hard, the black car flipped, the SUV flipped OVER the black car and flipped two or three more times down the road. It was all on camera.
And it affected almost every single person at work...with some exceptions who are soul less and do not care about anyone but themselves. (Not just the boss, either--Bitch with her fake tears, Mr. Grumpy Pants and PH.) And every single person, who has a soul, said the same. None of us can get Rachel’s face out of our heads.
So....RIP, Rachel. She was 26.
And screw this place and screw the boss.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Lots Of Writing
Of course there’s a reason and I’m sure, if you’re paying attention, you’ll figure out why.
So, let me start off by telling you, I’m still waiting on my window. I haven’t even had the chance to call the guy because work has been slammed. Since it’s a holiday, everyone and their fleas are coming and we have been working our hind ends off.
For example, Wednesday, I had 9 boats. Considering it’s about 45 minutes from the time I get the call to the time I unload, you can imagine how busy my day was. Course, the cheap fucks didn’t feel it was necessary to tip all that much but whatever, I reached my goal anyway.
Tomorrow it should be slow in the morning but once everyone gets out of church, they’ll all come flooding to the park. At least, the locals will, everyone else will be on a plane going home and then? We go in to slow mode.
Seriously slow mode.
Boring as hell slow mode.
Why the fuck am I even here today slow mode.
Whee!
So, even though this week has been exhausting, better enjoy the money I get while I can.
Monday, April 11, 2011
The Land Of Denial
That damn place is going to give me heart failure, I swear.
This whole week, Bitch has been on vacation so it’s been relatively peaceful and nothing has been blown way out of proportion. In fact, most things have been kept on the down low if the person wants it that way.
One person who likes to keep things private is Bride. It’s one of the main reasons we get along so well. She understands that I don’t like my personal business, real or speculated, broadcast all over the place as she is the same.
Bride works at the store and in that store is an espresso machine, (notice it is spelled with an ‘s’ and not a fucking ‘x’). I used to work at SBC in Seattle, making those ridiculous lattes and espressos all day long. I also know that the damn machine was down at waist level, NOT up above our heads. The one at the store is up above our heads...that is, for those of us who are shorter which most of the females are.
Anyway, Bride hates making espressos because she is too short to see what she’s doing because the fucking machine is placed too high and she ends up getting milk or coffee everywhere when making lattes or cappuccinos. She has expressed this countless times that she cannot see what she’s doing, that’s why she hates making them. She says she’ll sell anything in that store but please, don’t make her make a damn drink for someone.
The other day, she was making someone a stupid ass latte and sure as shit, because the damn machine is placed too high, she once again could not see what she was doing. Next thing she knew, there was hot milk all over the place, mostly all over her hand.
I was out in the back area when she walked out and told me she had just burned her hand. Let me say this, Bride? She doesn’t complain. If she is complaining about her hand hurting and burning, you can bet your ass that her hand is hurting and burning, bad. She had asked the boss for some burn cream and was promptly ignored. She found some antibiotic ointment and put that on her hand before coming to the back area where I was.
I told her to wipe that off and went inside to ask the boss if we had any burn cream. See, we have two first aid kits. We have one on the wall in the kitchen area and one in the office. We are not allowed to use anything out of the one on the wall. That is there for decoration, apparently. (It’s there because they have to have one displayed but they are so cheap they don’t want to replace anything in it so don’t fucking touch it!) I was told we didn’t have any. I was asked why I needed it. I told the boss that Bride had burned her hand making a latte. He asked how could that even happen. I ignored him and went and looked in the office. No burn cream.
You know what? Fuck this shit. I don’t give a fuck, I’m using the shit in the kit on the wall and you can piss off.
I got the burn cream out of the kit on the wall and brought it out to Bride. I applied it all over the back of her hand, the palm of her hand and her wrist. You could see it already turning bright red. I then told her it should be wrapped. She didn’t want to have it wrapped because she didn’t want the boss giving her the stink eye all day. I told her it was her choice but I really thought it should be wrapped. Finally she was convinced and I went and got some gauze and wrapped her hand.
While I was wrapping her hand the boss decided to make an appearance and asked, again, how could that even happen. Mind you, it was not with a voice of concern or care, it was as apathetic as one could get. He didn’t even walk over to look at her hand, just came out the door and stood there asking us that. Then walked back inside. Nice.
Bride got all wrapped up and thanked me profusely, (stop it), and commenced to work the rest of the day. Towards the end of the day, there was a small blister forming on her hand.
When she got home her kids made her go to the hospital. She went and when she came in to work today she had a new wrap around her hand. I knew it was a pretty bad burn, maybe a 2nd degree but I had no idea how bad it really was.
MEANWHILE, all day the boss kept making snotty remarks about how it could even happen, it’s not hard to make a latte, a child can make a latte...blah, blah, blah.
At some point in the day, Bride and I were in the kitchen area and she said that she thought she needed to change the wrap. I asked to look at her hand and she pulled back the old gauze.
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
Dudes...the skin on her hand was all blistered up and GRAY! MOTHER FUCKING GRAY! Dead fucking skin. That is how badly she had been burned. And I’m not talking about just a small splash, a little droplet, the ENTIRE BACK OF HER HAND is bubbled up and gray and the blisters are popping.
Unfuckingbelievable.
I was immediately livid. I was pissed at the fucking callous attitude from the boss, mocking her, acting like she got a slight sting of hot liquid...she was fucking burned badly and her skin was dying. ASSHOLE!
I told her that she needed to let the boss know. She didn’t want to do that. I told her, through clenched teeth, “Go. Fucking. Show. Him! This is bullshit!”
She didn’t want to.
I started to pull her by her sleeve. She said my name, begging me not to do that, resisting. I said it again, “GO FUCKING SHOW HIM! He has to see that!”
She started to cry. She was in a lot of pain, she knew it was bad and she knew her boss doesn’t give a flying fuck. I told her because it happened at work, she was going to show him what it looked like.
She sighed. Gathered herself and went to the boss and asked if there was any more gauze. He walked towards the office to look. I motioned to her with my head and eyes and clenched mouth, “Go fucking follow him and show him!!!!!!”
She went.
I was so fucking furious I walked outside to cool down lest I follow them in to the office and go off...thereby losing my job.
Next thing I knew, Bride is in her truck, leaving work.
YAH, ASSHOLE! It was real, did you see that? Remember all that mocking? How about that? Remember that? How’s that callous fucking attitude working for you, huh? You don’t want anyone to ever claim workman’s comp when they get hurt and I don’t think most people do, I didn’t even when I was smashed between two boats....to which I remember you were quite the cold prick then, too, but sometimes? Sometimes it’s gonna have to be done because sometimes, things happen at work that could have been avoided.
I’m still mad all these hours later. Those people are rude, obnoxious, cold hearted, uncaring, unempathetic, cheap and just all around abusive. It’s enough. ENOUGH!
I cannot stand people who act like that and unfortunately, it’s not just the boss, it’s almost every last one of them out there. Almost every person who works there acts like that and I am over it.
I’m working hard to find a way to make a change. That place is extremely unhealthy. And this just illustrates one of the reasons why.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
That Tells All
Recently, Bitch had a phone conversation with her daughter, (whom I have met and whom I like), and she decided to share part of her conversation with me.
Bitch’s Daughter was talking about the destruction in Japan and wondered if we were talking about it at work. That she worried about these people, do we worry, do we care, are we talking about it?
Bitch told her daughter, “There’s nothing you can do for them so just think of something else.”
Wow.
Bitch’s Daughter continued to talk about how worried she was for those people, how sad it was, how horrible it was. Bitch continued to tell her to stop thinking about them, there’s nothing that can be done.
I said, “Your daughter has something called, ‘empathy’. I wouldn’t discourage her from having it.” And walked away.
Have you ever heard of donating money, Bitch? Have you ever heard of something called, “The Red Cross”? Have you ever heard of countries helping other countries in times of need? Have you ever wondered where those countries got their goods and help? From people. From the citizens. People donate time and money to help. Has that thought ever fucking occurred to you, selfish fucking BITCH?!
Can her daughter change what happened? Of course not. But can her daughter, who CARES about OTHER PEOPLE help out in some way? Yes! She can!
But selfish people have no concept of that. “Help other people” is not something in their vocabulary because it’s not that they can’t help, they don’t CARE to help.
So, everyone, just stop thinking about it. Ok?!
Friday, March 04, 2011
I Guess This Must Be Proof
So, Mother Jones decided to open her pie hole one more time and assured me that not all people suck....wow! Thanks for that! I guess when I said that you meet some gems along the way, CLEARLY I meant they were dirty, asshole gems. Fucking idiot.
But let’s go ahead and prove Mother Jones’ point for her/him. (Oh, btw, MJ, your comments will be deleted from here on out because I am bored of you and your continued insults.)
So...let’s talk about how WONDERFUL ALL PEOPLE ARE! Let’s start with the usual suspects, my asshole co-workers! Yay! Because they are the epitome of caring, understanding, giving, empathetic people. They would never hurt a flea! I have been so very wrong this entire time about them, SIMPLY because Mother Jones says I’m wrong.
I think most of you missed the entry titled, “It’s Like A Black Hole”. The very last statement in that entry, I predicted that things were about to get nasty. My prediction came true last night.
In case you missed it, I stated that we have an RV park where I work. We have a number of construction workers who stay there. (Please read the entry so that you are caught up to date, I don’t want to write it all again. I’ll wait.)
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Back? Good.
So, last episode, Harmony was going to leave her husband, a construction worker, when his job was over. However, she, apparently decided she couldn’t wait that long and left him two nights ago. She went back to her state and the husband has been dealing with it.
PH has involvement because he hooked up with Harmony, a married woman, and Harmony’s plans were to come back and live with PH. Before she left, she brought all of her belongings over to PH’s house.
Anyway, so husband was doing his work, coming home, socializing with other construction workers and sometimes some of the staff at my job hang out with them after work as well. (Since they are all a bunch of alcoholics.)
Now, remember Bitch and Grumpy Fuck? They are the pot stirrers where I work, back stab, gossip and do everything in their power to manipulate every last situation that they can because they are such warm hearted and good people? They decided to stay around the park last night and hang out with some of the people who live, temporarily, at the park. In fact, they were giddy with joy and set out chairs to watch the upcoming shit storm they were about to produce.
Yes, they planned this out. They are sick, evil but oh so good people.
German girl, for some reason, also hung around a bit last night and had a few beers with all those people hanging out. She was told to stick around, by Bitch, because the show was about to begin. See, PH had Harmony’s stuff with him and was going to return it to Harmony’s husband. His story was going to be that she asked him to watch her stuff for her when she left. Lie but whatever.
Bitch and Grumpy Fuck tried to convince PH to drop it off at the husband’s RV at ten after 5. (You know, right about the time the husband gets home. They knew this.) PH would not be played. He said that he would wait until the husband got home and then bring it to him and talk to him. And this is what he did. When PH did this, Bitch told the person whose lot they were sitting at to turn down the music so they could hear what was going on. The guy said he wasn’t going to do that, he didn’t want to hear it, it was not their business, leave it alone. Of course Bitch cannot do that so she got up and turned down the music instead. Now they could all hear the conversation. Turned out to be a whole lot of nothing.
I guess the husband bought PH’s story and they had a friendly little chat, laughed a bit and husband apologized to PH for yelling at PH the other day. (I don’t know what about but I can only guess since everyone out there, construction workers AND my co-workers have all been talking about Harmony and PH.)
So then husband decides to go over to where Bitch, Grumpy Fuck, German girl and some other people were hanging out, having some drinks. German girl said that she had a nice chat with the husband, he seemed calm and he was handling things well. He knew that Harmony didn’t want to be with him anymore, he knew it was coming and he was sensible about it and knew it meant divorce. He said he was a little relieved about it all because things hadn’t been going well for some time. He had a couple of beers and then decided to go back to his RV. Eventually, German girl needed to get going home so she started to leave, on her way out stopped and talked to the husband again, and still, he was fine.
Ten minutes later, shit hit the fan.
Everyone lets off steam in their own way. Some people drink like fish, some do drugs, some write in blogs and journals to vent, (because of course those entries are indeed ALL ENCOMPASSING and not just a vent here and there about certain things), some put their fists through walls, some break things. Each person has their own way to get it out. No way is wrong as long as no one else is being hurt. Do what you need to do to get that shit out of your system.
That’s what husband was doing. He had gone in to his RV and he was letting off some steam. For him, letting off steam means yelling and hitting things in his RV. Marie, (you may remember her from that horrid night out on the town of “just us girls” from work), noticed that husband’s dog had got out, got the dog and brought it back to husband’s RV. She heard him inside yelling and hitting something and completely and totally freaked out. You have to know Marie. She’s....simple. She’s extremely naive. She’s older but she’s very young in experience and mind. She’s VERY nice but not very quick and she’s extremely easy to scare. Apparently this yelling and hitting thing scared her. In fact, it scared her so much she just didn’t know what to do! So she told Bitch.
>smack forehead<
Well, Bitch, the drama queen, the instigator and the warm hearted, caring hag from hell walked over, heard husband inside letting off steam and hey ho! Here’s how we continue the show! I mean, it was a major disappointment when they couldn’t get husband to beat the shit out of PH, I mean, they had positioned their chairs for it and everything!!!!!! Now she could do more damage and fuck someone’s life up and blame it all on PH.
So she called the cops.
First of all, mind your own fucking business you fucking, nasty bitch. Second, there is no law against someone breaking their own shit. If he wants to break his mirrors and put holes in his walls and throw his dishes around the place, that is his right. He was the only one inside, it’s all his shit, who cares.
But the cops came out anyway. And when husband walked outside and saw that there were about 15 cops outside of his RV, coming for him? THAT is when he snapped. He went back inside his house and really tore that place apart. He refused to come out, the cops banged on his door for quite awhile, (apparently over an hour), calling his name over and over, asking him to please come out. Eventually they tasered him. Twice. And he broke the taser. One cop was actually talking about how he broke the taser. Hey, when you’re that pissed off, adrenaline can numb a lot.
After awhile, they finally got him out of the house but now he was so banged up and bloody that they had to put him in the ambulance and take him to the hospital. They then took some photos and “evidence” and left.
So, I get to work this morning and who do I see in the parking lot but Bitch and Grumpy Fuck. Now, these two are not lovey dovey types. Typically he snarls at her, growls at her and treats her like utter shit. But this morning? He was hugging on her, kissing her, laughing, acting like a teen age couple in love. I knew instantly that something must have happened because these two, wonderful, beautiful, giving caring people thrive on fucking people over. And they were loving this. But last night, they weren’t done. See, they had to come in and tell the boss everything today....their version. And then!??! THEN, they get to play SAVIOR and act like they are doing everything in their power to help the poor husband who is now in the hospital because, according to what they told the boss, PH gave husband dope, husband was pissed about learning of PH and Harmony’s affair and he went ballistic in his RV. It was all PH’s fault, see? And Bitch and Grumpy Fuck, the giving, warm hearted people are just doing what they can to help the poor guy out. OH how much work they do to save all the unfortunate people in this world.
I have had enough. I was sick and tired of hearing Grumpy Fuck and Bitch lie to the boss. German girl and PH were too chicken shit to say much to the boss about the TRUTH so I did it for them. I told the boss that what he was hearing wasn’t exactly how things went. See, the boss, based solely on what Bitch and Grumpy Fuck said, decided that husband now has no place to live. That’s fucking nice, isn’t it? He just lost his wife...and sure, there were problems but these fucking twats escalated that problem...again, part of their plan...and now he’s lost his place to live. He may have lost his job. And, if these cops decide to charge him with anything, he will have lost his freedom. He was on probation.
Which is why he was INSIDE HIS OWN FUCKING HOUSE venting and not out in public. Because he needed to vent but didn’t need to get arrested for it so he stayed the fuck home and did it but no, fucking hell no, someone had to fucking make that in to something it wasn’t and get the cops involved. Bra-fucking-vo! Wonderful, absolutely WONDERFUL PEOPLE!
I don’t know what the cops could charge him with. He destroyed his own stuff. He wasn’t disturbing the peace, no one knew shit until Marie went to return his dog. How could he be “resisting arrest”? What were they there to arrest him for? Breaking a window in his place? So what would they charge him with? But, you never know, maybe there will be something and this guy will go to jail because that fucking BITCH and her asshole husband, Grumpy Fuck couldn’t leave it alone. They will destroy someone in an effort to try to destroy and discredit another.
In other words, they would destroy husband in order to destroy and discredit PH.
And what is even more sick than that? PH is the one who fucking got these assholes their job there. (To which I want to smack the shit out of him for doing that. There has been NOTHING but drama since.)
Over the course of the day, Bitch realized that people were looking at her the opposite of what she wanted because she’s the one who called the cops. And they all agreed that this man had every right to throw a tantrum in his own house. They all agreed that she really should have kept her fucking bitch self out of it. So she switched gears. (Because this is all she does...manipulate.)
She spent almost the entire day on the phone tracking down husband, found out what hospital he’s in, found out when they were going to release him, called Harmony and somehow, husband’s sister got Bitch’s number. (I think Harmony gave it to her.) So Sister calls Bitch and THANKS HER FOR ALL OF HER HELP!
“He’s not a bad guy at all. He works hard, he’s been clean (he used to drugs), he’s been doing things right, he’s just upset about losing his wife but he’s not a bad guy!”
And Bitch runs with it and acts like SHE is the one who said that all along. And she told everyone and I mean every one at work that Sister THANKED HER for all of the help.
To say that a few people at work, who happen to know Harmony well because she used to come up and hang out with us while we worked, and like her, and got to know her husband a little and like him, too, are angry beyond belief is an understatement.
And Bitch is back peddling furiously trying to make herself out to be the right one.
All of that because of a sick game.
Because you know, Serenity, people ARE nice and good and kind. You are just bitter and need help if you can’t see that. Right? RIGHT?!?!?!!??!
Well, I guess I stand corrected. Bitch is a fucking angel isn’t she?!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
It's Like A Black Hole
I swear, that place...it’s a magnet for destruction. It attracts losers and problem people and causes them to make the stupidest decisions ever. We have a small park behind where I work and we get a lot of construction people who stay for a few weeks to a few months at a time. Sometimes they stay for a year or two. Recently, we got a married couple in. The husband does some sort of construction and the wife is, apparently, very bored.
So, she comes up and hangs out at work with us all day. That’s fine. She doesn’t really disrupt and she can be funny. Bitch promised her a job there, which is laughable because Bitch has no power or say in the place, she just thinks she does. And this girl figured that out real quick when the promise did not come through.
Anyway, this girl...let’s call her Harmony...is a recovering drug addict. Now, she says recovering although as far as I’m concerned, she’s still a drug addict because she can’t make it through the day without smoking pot. But, as with many of them, pot is not, according to them, a drug. Sure. She struggles but she’s been doing good staying off the “hard” stuff even though she can easily get it there.
So let’s fast forward to now. She has decided, because she’s been hanging out with Bitch, PH and GrumpyFuck, that she no longer likes her husband, of 10 years, and when his job is over, she’s going to go back to her state, get her car and come back out to Miami to live.
With PH.
OMG.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
PH is a piece of shit. He’s an attention whore, he’s a user, he’s selfish and he does the hard drugs.
Wow, what a fucking great idea, Harmony! Take all of that hard work and fucking flush it down the toilet because I guarantee you, one week with PH, she’ll be a fucking hard drug addict again. And her life is about to be fucking ruined, destroyed, fucked up.
What the hell is it about these people? It’s like evil, luring in the weak, pretending to be their friend only so that they can use and abuse the person and throw them to the side. It’s not the first time and I guess, according to these plans, it’s not the last.
What’s sad is that even though Harmony does still smoke pot, I was proud of her for resisting the hard drugs. PH and Bitch do drugs. GrumpyFuck smokes pot and gets mad at PH for supplying the other drugs to his wife, Bitch, (that’s a drama all in itself which we get to witness from time to time at work), and now they have encircled Harmony, who has really worked at it for I think she said 2-3 years to stay drug free, (sans pot), and now, she’s going to fuck up her life again. Hang out with losers, live with a loser and dump what she had.
Her excuse for leaving her husband? She doesn’t like him telling her what to do. Ok. Just wait until you hang out with PH. He’s a fucking asshole. He not only orders his “women” around, he tells them what to do, when to do it, how to do it, where, and sometimes, if he gets really pissed off, he likes to hit them.
Good choice, Harmony! Fanfuckingtastic choice.
I overheard her and PH talking one day at work and PH was saying something about how people always warn others to stay away from him.
There’s a fucking reason for that!
Last night, as I was walking towards my car, I saw her and PH hugging, quite affectionately. Jeezus, I did not want to see that. They saw me see them so I did a small wave which wasn’t much of a wave because I had my keys in my hand and Harmony took it as me wagging my finger at them like, “No, no no!” So she came over and wanted to know why I was telling them, “no”. Guilty conscious much? I said I was waving and she started talking about it and I do NOT want to be involved in this so I said, “Hey, whatever” and got in my car and left.
Apparently the construction workers in the park are also talking about it. Great. Here comes the drama!
So, whatever. We get to watch Harmony destroy her life and I guarandamntee you there is going to be serious drama about this in the near future. It’s inevitable.
All I can do is continue to look at my goal, my plan and look at photos of where I want to be and work hard towards that. I cannot wait to have the means, (and I mean by my standards), to get the fuck out of there.
It’s about to get really nasty around there.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
It Started Out Good...
Sigh.
Today is my day off so I decided, on the spur of the moment, to get in the car and get some chores done. (I have to do it on spur of the moment because if I think about it too long, I won’t go. The people in this town drive like such fucking idiots....it’s that bad that I’ll talk myself out of doing what I need to do. Seriously.)
At first, things were going well. I got behind people who knew how to drive, I got to my destinations without much of a problem, (no assholes on the road, just some slow house wives), and when I was in the stores, because it’s Tuesday and it was fairly early, I didn’t have to deal with a lot of ignorant shit heels in the store or in line. And the checker happily took all my one dollar bills, (tips...I like to spend my 1s and 5s and save up the 10s and 20s to put in the bank in one lump sum. It makes me feel rich when I do that.) Most checkers throw a fit but I asked her if she was willing and she said it was no problem at all and didn’t raise even an eyebrow when I pulled out the wad of ones. Cool. OH and she spoke English!!!!
So, on to the next stop to get a dog whistle for training. As I was leaving the first place, I saw some lady pushing a shopping cart and against my better judgment, (I’m usually disappointed when I try to speak to anyone), I rolled the window down and asked her if she knew where the pet store was. (I was in a different area that I go to sometimes but not often enough to remember exactly where things are.) Surprisingly, she a) spoke English and b) didn’t give me a fucking attitude for talking to her. Cool!
I get to the pet store and the girl at the register greeted me the moment I walked in. In English. WOW! You acknowledged my presence AND did it in English?! Holy shit! I asked her where I might find dog whistles and she said IF they had them, they would be in aisle 32. So I walked down aisle 32. I looked and looked and was about to give up but gave it a good once over one more time and bam! Exactly in the aisle she said it would be in, (that NEVER happens in this town), I found the last dog whistle. The last one. Cool!
I went up and paid for it and she said that they don’t usually get dog whistles, in fact she seemed surprised I found one, so yes, good day.
OH, forgot to say, when I was leaving the first place, I had to turn from the parking lot on to the street. I waited at the light and when it turned green, I got started. Now, because I was turning left on to the street, I had to wait for two other cars who were going straight, in to the parking lot. This saved me because as I crept out in to the intersection, AT MY GREEN FUCKING LIGHT, some dumb bitch ran the red light. Seriously ran it, not like she just missed it. Luckily, because I was creeping out and the other two cars were on their way across the road, she stopped in time. I considered myself very fortunate because she would have plowed right in to me, driver’s side door, where I am sitting. Whew. Also, cool! Saved! Thank you guardian angel.
Anyway, back to the pet store. I also wanted to add, I went, found and got the whistle and did not have to wait in any line. Cool!
So then I drove to the grocery store. I went straight to the meat aisle and they have a good variety of meats and things that I can give to the dogs. This is stuff I sure as hell am not eating, (pig’s feet, beef kidney, chicken hearts), but it’s a delightful treat for the dogs. As I was looking at the meat, I saw something that I didn’t know what the hell it was, what part of the animal it came off of.
I saw the butcher stacking meat near me, look over at me and I looked at him. I was hesitant to even ask because, again, I speak English! But, ok, let’s test the water. I said, “Hi.” He said hi back and said something else in English. Really?! Ok, then! So I asked him what that meat thing was and he didn’t know how to say it in English but he was talking in English while gesturing to his throat. I guessed trachea. He said yes. Maybe it is, I don’t know. Sweet meat, is what it’s called. What the hell is that? Anyway, we started talking about the meat and I said that this Publix actually has a pretty good variety. He said that a lot of people like to use these meats to make soups and stews. I told him it was for my dogs.
We started talking about feeding dogs meat and he said that in his country, that is how dogs are fed. He said it’s natural for them to eat meat, they love bones and that dry dog food was not natural. They don’t do that in his country and their dogs look very healthy. Finally, someone who understands and doesn’t give me shit for feeding my dogs meat. I told him that it was rare anyone understood that because most people insist I’m killing my dogs. He said, “You must really love your dogs. And they will love you.” Yep, they do. They think I’m the greatest thing on earth, (besides their food), when it comes to meal time. “I’ll do anything you ask, lady! Just give me that glorious meat! Want me to sit? I can do that! Want me to lay down? No problem. Do your taxes? Run the vacuum and pick up my own hair? Mow the lawn? Whatever you want! Tell me!”
Anyway, get to check out and there is one station open besides express. There are two people in front of me. Oh well.
Wait, no, what’s this? Someone is paying attention? Holy shit! Another checker comes out to open another lane. Cool! Get through that quickly and off I go, towards home. Again, on the way home, I do not get stuck behind idiot drivers. Nice. And also, cool!
Get home, put things away and promptly get the dogs out to test the whistle. Works great on Sakari. Shasta....he’ll learn. He kinda gets it.
So then I decide to try on the pants, (I never try on clothes in the store) and that’s when the day went to shit.
Where I work we get a free lunch and I’m not one to pass up on free lunch. That would just be stupid, right? Well, lunch has mainly bread and chips. I don’t really eat a lot of bread and chips, meaning, in my life, in total. I do there, at work, because there really isn’t anything else to eat. You get a sandwich and chips. Your other choices are candy, ice cream or cookies. Lots of bad food.
Now, I knew I had gained some weight working there which is why, when I got the pants, I bought one size bigger than I thought I needed.
Well fuck that fucking bread and chips. DAMN. I, apparently, gained more than I thought. The pants fit...but they aren’t baggy, like I like. They are a bit uncomfortable. Not too bad...but enough for me to know, the entire day I’m wearing them, that I’ve gained more than I thought. Yes, they will be a constant reminder. What fun that will be!!!
So now I’m pissed at myself because I’m usually pretty good at maintaining and not getting out of hand. Ugh!
The problem is, when one “cook” is there, (Wed and Thurs), I don’t eat anything BUT a bag of chips because he is disgusting. He never washes his hands, (no exaggeration, he really doesn’t ever wash his hands...we all make fun of him for it and NO ONE lets him cook their food), he manhandles everything without gloves and I’ve caught him, several times, shoving food down his throat, like, fingers IN his mouth and everything and then he turns around and continues cooking food. That’s fucking disgusting. He is extremely unsanitary but the boss doesn’t want to hear it. So we don’t eat when he’s there. I eat a bag of chips.
But I can’t do that now. And I don’t know what to do about food during the work day. Oh, that’s another thing, even if I wanted to bring food from home, we have no place to put it because “cook” throws a fucking fit if you put your personal food in “his” fridge. It’s not his fucking fridge, it belongs to the boss but I don’t want “cook” fucking with my food when I’m out on a boat because he’s mad it was put in the fridge. And he will because he’s a fucking twat.
So what do I do? I can’t eat chips or cookies or crackers or ice cream for lunch and I sure as fuck am not eating anything from the kitchen on the days he’s there because I’ll probably die of some disease or infection...so what do I do.
Starve, I guess.
But I have to lose what I put on because what the hell, man?! What the bloody fucking hell! And I know it’s because of bread and chips. I just don’t really eat that stuff and wouldn’t eat it if there was anything else to have. I didn’t eat bread hardly ever at all before I worked there and chips...sometimes but not every day for lunch.
There is no fruit. There is no salad.
It’s all fried food or we have turkey, ham and tuna sandwiches but fuckface “cook” has had his filthy, disgusting hands all over that while cutting it or preparing it, making it worthless.
So this is going to be a painful couple of months while I get this shit off of me. When I don’t eat, I get a headache. But I can’t eat now. It’s hard enough trying to find anything to eat because of that disgusting fuck of a “cook”, now I have to forgo all the alternatives because they made me gain this weight.
Needless to say, I’m a little irritated right now. Mostly with myself but also with douchebag “cook” for making it difficult to find healthy alternatives. Asshole.
Be prepared for some angry posts in the future. I get fucking pissy when I’m hungry.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Seriously, Shut Up
I walked outside with one of the hoodlums to take them to the bathroom and as soon as I rounded the side of my house I was privy to a cell phone conversation. At top volume. That’s when it hit me, one of the reasons I hate this town so much is because everyone, latins and hicks alike, talk so. fucking. loud.
Why the hell do these people need to bellow everything they say? Normal conversations are at high decibels and it drives me fucking crazy. We have a guy like that at work who yells everything he says. Like, dude, shut the fuck up! Stop fucking yelling everything. He’s not yelling because he’s angry, he’s yelling because he’s an egotistical fuck and thinks that everyone needs to hear what the fuck he has to say....SHUT UP!
I can always tell who is at work before I even walk through the door because they all talk and cackle so fucking loudly. For people who talk so much shit about everyone else, behind their backs, you would think they would learn to lower their voices so that OTHERS cannot hear what the hell they are saying but, no, they’re idiots.
So, Miami, latins and white trash hicks especially, SHUT UP! SHUT! UP! SHUT UP!
Friday, January 14, 2011
Insomnia
Clearing out some of my thoughts so I can get some sleep already.
First and foremost, I have to say this again because I find it quite indicative of the human race; what they say, what they actually do. “Write whatever you want, we’ll keep coming.” Lying sacks of shit. Very few have been here long term, regardless of what is written here. People sure do talk a lot but far too many of them never back up a thing they say. I love it when I hear people say, “I’m about to go off” or “I’m about to do something about this” or “I’m about to kick that guy’s ass”. Blah, blah. No. You are not. I always wait for the person to actually do what they say they are going to do but, shockingly, (sarcasm), they never do. They just talk “tough”. Basically? Most people are pansy ass bitches.
Second, when I was writing that ad below, I started to wonder where, exactly, did they get the number 12.8 million people. Are these 12.8 who have been arrested and/or sought treatment in the past? Are these sweeping estimates? Because I’m pretty sure the people in my neighborhood are not counted in that 12.8 million seeing as these idiots don’t think they have a problem. “Marijuana’s not a drug”, they say. Uh, actually, yes it is a drug. But they think that because it’s not heroin or cocaine, it doesn’t count. Tell that to my spine. Tell that to my Godmother. Or, hey, take a good long look at yourself, drug addicts and see how stupid you are, you can’t remember a damn thing 5 seconds after it happens and what entertains you is unbelievably juvenile.
Examples: A co-worker of mine who budgets his pot, (meaning, he pays for pot first, struggles to pay the bills second), can go to look at the time, walk out and completely forget what time it was. He’ll go back in and look, walk back out and forget again. He’ll do it a third time and may or may not remember what he just saw. One of the cooks where I work cannot remember shit for longer than 10 seconds. If you tell him, “I’d like some scrambled eggs and bacon please”, you may or may not get scrambled eggs and bacon. You might just end up with a breakfast sandwich instead IF he even remembers to make your food because as soon as you put in your order and walk out of the kitchen area, he completely forgets you were even there. But hey! It’s not a drug and gee, Serenity, don’t you know that pot is good for you?
Moving on. As you know, I feed my pets raw. With the cats, they’ve transitioned very well and I pretty much threw them in to it full hog, so to speak, after I got them all onboard. With the dogs, I had to take it a little slower, had to start them with mainly chicken and a lot of bone while they transitioned. Then I slowly added in other proteins and eventually organs, all the while, keeping the bone amount up. Eventually you cut down on the bone and feed about 80% meat. We are pretty much to that point, at long last. But, sometimes, after doing something so long one way, a person can forget to take in to consideration how much bone the dog already had this week.
So I have made a few mistakes here and there but I’m getting a system down and after doing much math and calculations and shopping for containers to prepare all in advance with an occasional whole chicken available, “just in case” there are any problems, things are coming together. Plus, I realized I don’t need as much meat as I thought. Basically, I had to buy a scale, I had to do my calculations and I realized I was over feeding. See, with raw, they don’t get that much food and it’s hard to break that mind frame that they aren’t getting enough. Well, they are because each dog is actually a teensy bit overweight. So, I have cut the amount down from what I thought they were supposed to get, (90 pounds of meat per month for all animals), to what they are actually supposed to get, (57 pounds of meat per month for all animals not including bone and organ), and am saving a LOT more money now that it’s all clicking and coming together. In time, I may not even have to weigh, (I can’t tell what 3 ounces, (cats), or 8 ounces, (Sakari), feels like by hand....yet), or cut things up before hand to put in containers so that I can just pull the food out and feed it to them like t.v. dinners. (Although I may keep doing that because prepping every thing once a month is a lot easier.)
ANYWAY, so, about a week or so ago, I was feeding the hoodlums some pork. I hadn’t gotten all my containers yet so I was just cutting off of a “picnic” uh....gigantic hunk of meat, (I think it’s the shoulder), and decided to just cut it all off and put in containers because this picnic thing includes skin and a ball joint that makes life a miserable chore so just get it all done at once, freeze some and be done with this damn picnic shoulder once and for all.
I fed the dogs their portion of the pork, fed the cats theirs and was putting the rest, after weighing, in to containers for the cats for the next month’s worth of food for the days I give them pork. I finally, (FINALLY), got done and was left with a lot of skin, (which I give tiny portions to the animals and throw the rest away), and the huge ball joint shoulder bone thingie. I decided to separate the ball joint bone shoulder thingie. After some struggling, (Hey, I am NOT a butcher, I’m learning), I got the bone apart in to two separate pieces.
I then had the brilliant thought, “Let me give one of each to the dogs, it will keep them busy for hours.”
But I thought that because I am stupid sometimes.
What I THOUGHT was going to happen was that I would give each a bone in their crates and they would chomp away happily, slobbering over this bone for a few hours so I could have some peace and get other things done. I figured it would take them a few days to get through each bone.
What actually happened is that they are so used to bones and so good at deconstructing them, they both went through this gigantic bone, (each), in about 15 minutes.
Huh. Ok. So much for something to chew on for hours. (I have yet to find anything they cannot destroy....even Kongs.)
The next day, I’m walking Shasta hoodlum and he did his business a couple of times. Ok, now we can walk. We are walking on the street because I want to a) help trim the nails b) have him learn to walk on leash properly and c) just have some bonding time with me which I don’t really get with off leash at this point.
We walk by my nosiest most gossipy neighbors and Shasta has to go again. So, we hop over to some grass and he starts to go. But then he starts whining and crying. “Concerned” neighbors ask if he’s ok, what’s going on, etc. I told them he was having a little bit of pain, a bit too much bone and next thing I know, the “authority” on dogs, the worst person for me when it comes to training my dogs, out here yells from his pick up window as he’s driving by, “QUIT FEEDING YOUR DOGS CHICKEN BONES!” He then gets out of his truck and joins the nosy, gossipy neighbors, (as he does every night to smoke pot and get drunk...again), and goes on and on about the perils of feeding your dogs chicken bones.
I simply said, “Ok, whatever. I don’t tell you what to feed your dog, don’t tell me what to feed mine. Let me know when you have a clue what you’re talking about and we’ll discuss. Blah, blah, whatever.”
Because, kids, everyone wants to blame it all on chicken bones. The raw chicken bones will kill my dogs! You’re not supposed to feed chicken bones to animals! You’ll kill them! They’ll choke to death!
If the bones are cooked, yep, that’s a big possibility. But when they are uncooked, they are soft and easy peasy for them to digest.
Also, they hadn’t had chicken in a few days so it wasn’t the damn chicken bone, asshole!
It was bone, it was my fault but it wasn’t because raw feeding is bad. It was because I didn’t expect them to plow through that huge shoulder pork bone monstrosity. So yes, they did have too much bone but it’s not “chicken bones are causing this to happen to your dog”, it’s not even, “bone is causing this to happen to your dog” as a regular statement it was, “I miscalculated my dogs and their chomping abilities”.
I gave them 100% meat the next two days and then on the third day gave them a little bit of chicken bone and OMG! They are JUST fine!
These people are idiots. I know that we have been brainwashed by the pet food industry and vets, (they are vets, they are not nutritionists and whatever they are taught in school is usually sponsored by some pet food company, there’s no bias there at all! No! None!), because I thought all the same things before BUT, what makes me different than these twits is that if I had a neighbor tell me he was going to feed his dogs raw and why, before I opened my fucking pie hole, I would research what the person was doing. I’d LEARN something instead of repeating the same, tired, bullshit I’ve been fed.
Every single person who is against me feeding raw tells me I’m going to kill my dogs and it’s mainly because of the chicken bones. (Parasistes and bacteria are a close second....which is laughable.)
I’ve been feeding them this way since September. Every single person, even the idiots, will say, when I take my dogs out, how beautiful they are, what good looking dogs they are and they don’t just mean because Sakari is cute as shit, they mean and have said, “My God, their fur is so shiny. They look so healthy.” It is only at this point that I’ll say, “That’s from the raw diet.” I don’t talk about it unless someone asks, (or attacks), or they talk about how good looking the hoodlums are. You feed what you want, I’ll feed what I want. I don’t think you should feed them commercial pet food, perhaps you don’t think I should feed raw. I can give you my reasons, with factual evidence, why I think you shouldn’t feed commercial, can you give me reasons, with factual evidence why not to feed raw? If so, let’s sit down and have ourselves a lively debate. But to regurgitate the crap you’ve been spoon fed, out at me through a truck window as you pass by because I made one small error, (and it was small....literally), shows me that you’re an idiot and you’re going to get the same disrespect back.
One day, I’m going to take them for a walk in front of nosy, gossipy neighbors, when they’re all gathered around to smoke pot and get drunk and I’m going to make the dog sit, near there, in view. I’m then going to whip out a fucking chicken bone and let them watch the dogs chomp once, twice, three times, GULP. I will then watch as they freak out. Then I’ll walk off. And they’ll see, as the days, weeks and months go by, that NO, a fucking raw chicken bone is not going to kill my dogs. Insipid twats.
Finally...the bitch and grumpy fuck are up to something at work. I’m not the only one who is picking up on it. We’ve been down this road before, we each have our own signals we pick up on and yesterday we were all, (6 of us), talking about how they are up to something. We don’t know what it is, but something is coming. Do these fucks ever get tired of being assholes? Who the hell sits around on their off time and comes up with ways to fuck other people over? Something is coming....this is ridiculous and frankly, it doesn’t even make me mad, it just makes me say, “Oh for God’s sake, now the fuck what?” laced with a bit of apathy. It’s boring. It’s tired. Give me a fucking break. I wish they would let me boss here for a week. Just one week. I’d have this place cleaned up in no time and the workers would be much, much happier.
Then again, who cares about us, we’re just “dead bodies” who drive boats. We’re not people.
Friday, December 31, 2010
If Every Day Could Be Like Today
This was a very, very, very, very good day.
I woke up this morning to find that He of the Shitty Underpants....is GONE! Boo-Yah! I have been in such a great mood all day because of it. Nothing could destroy my good mood, not even the twats that I work with. And when I got home, I thoroughly enjoyed it...still am. And when I finally get another day off, (two, preferably), I’m going to enjoy the shit out of the fact that HofSU is gone, gone, gone, gone, GONE. Huzzah!
And if things couldn’t get any better, my very first tour today was a large family of 23. They were Indians, (from India type Indians), and apparently the mom was in charge of everything. Well, Mom decided she really liked me and thought I was the funniest thing. I had a great time giving them the tour, they were a blast and at the end, the mom very discreetly handed me my tip. Because of the way she did it, I didn’t look at it right away, (which I usually do), and tucked it in my pocket. I thought it might be 20 bucks or something but she was so discreet, it would have been rude to look at it in front of her.
It wasn’t until I was loaded with another tour and halfway down the channel that I decided to pull the money out of my pocket to look.
It was a fricken hundred dollar bill.
Boo. Fucking. Yah.
So, today has been a fabulous day. I feel like I’ve got a great Christmas present and wonderful New Year coming since I don’t have a shitty, drunk ass neighbor anymore. No more door slamming every 10 seconds! No more loud, obnoxious conversations on the cell phone in the yard right outside my window! No more BBQ grill right outside my window sending poisonous carbon monoxide in to my place. No more stupidity. No more Cops. No more ambulances. No more drama! Yay! Yay, yay, yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s so quiet right now. It’s so peaceful. Aaaaaah.
Now, if we could just get rid of a few co-workers, life would be pretty damn pleasant.
Oh, and HotSU got his fucking Karma. Ha ha bitch!
Monday, December 27, 2010
Introductions
Since it seems that all I do is work and come home and nothing more, these days, and since it takes every ounce of my will power not to beat the crap out of one of these lame ass pieces of shit, I thought I’d take the time to introduce you to some of my more “favorite” co-workers who make my life a living joy, day after day.
I got a new tablet for Christmas so while I have a lot of practicing to do, I am going to give you rough sketches of the type I deal with every day. As I get better at this, (and actually sit at a table, not draw while sitting on my bed), I’ll start drawing more cartoons instead of trying to describe the stupidity I encounter all the time. But, that will take some time as I have never had a tablet before and it takes some getting used to with drawing. It’s almost like pen and paper but...no, it isn’t.
Without further ado, here is a sampling of the cast of characters:
This is the angriest, laziest, most bitter filled male life form I have ever met. He absolutely hates women and he sits on the ass kissing perch all day long, sucking up to the boss. He doesn’t do any actual work, he just pretends to do work and then sits behind the boss telling him that no one does anything around here but him. I wish he would fucking die.
This is his wife, Bitch. You’ve heard about her on here, before. She and her angry, bitter POS husband suck up daily, manipulate and do everything in their power to make everyone else look bad. Every single thing they say, every single thing they do...and I mean, EVERY thing, has an ulterior motive. They never do anything out of kindness or compassion and they never say anything without a message behind it. They are sick, twisted people. Bitch did it to her so called “best friend” again, on Christmas. She told the boss that Bride was high at work. No, she wasn’t. Boss believed Bitch and Bride was sent home, without pay. Next day, Bride came in, took me by my arm and said, very earnestly while staring at me hard, “I hate these people.” Yah, Bride, I know. They are total shit. Finally others are starting to see what I’ve been seeing for a couple of years now. FINally.
From left to right: Boss, RB, Manager. They act like they have a clue but I don’t think any of them actually do. The only one who really knows what the hell is going on around here, as far as people and relations, is the manager. The Boss and RB might think they know but they don’t have a fucking clue. They get one side of the story...the side that the former two, Bitch and her husband, make up. As far as how to run a business....well....sure, it brings in money but there is serious lack of quality customer service...let’s put it that way. And no one cares. When no one cares, things get worse. No one cares about the customers, no one cares about the employees, no one cares about each other. And the boss wonders why the hell there are problems. Ooh! Ooh! Pick me! Pick me! I know!
The Three Stooges. These guys smoke pot all day, every day. They smoke before work, during work and after work. The one on the left is nice but he can never pay his bills because he spends all of his money on pot. The one in the middle...he’s married but he’s hardly ever home. He chooses, instead, to hang out with Bitch and her husband, smoking pot and drinking, after work. Also, he’s fat as hell but he talks shit about fat chick customers who come in, every day. Guess he doesn’t have a mirror at home. Oh and he is notorious for his stench. Every one talks about how much he stinks. Even the boss. The one on the right is also ok...but he’s...uh...not too bright. Anyway, these words have come out of these guys’ mouths. Several times. Kids, this is why you don’t do drugs.
Kids, this is why you stay in school and study hard. Actually, this guy isn’t too bad. He’s also not the brightest but he’s not a complete fucktard, either. He’s had an epiphany, lately and he’s realized that he’s sick and tired of the stupidity around work. He has little dogs, (hence the pooch in the pic), and he is really in to photography. For an amateur, he’s actually quite good. He can have some serious mood swings and just talking about something that happened in the past can get him all riled up once again. I’ve long thought he could have been an actor because when he’s telling a story, he FEELS it. Some days he’s fun as hell to hang around and some days...JEEZUS, go smoke a fucking joint, man. Calm the hell down.
Alright, we are now moving on to our version of your typical co-worker. Every place has one of the following:
The Self Absorbed Moron
The Self Centered Asshole (Not to be confused with the Self Absorbed Moron. The SAM is indeed full of himself but he’s not quite the asshole and he is completely fucking stupid. He’s so stupid, in fact, that he doesn’t have a clue when anyone is mocking him. The SCA is angry, loud, obnoxious and rude and he can be the newest guy there but will act like he created the place from the ground. He comes in and changes everything and doesn’t care who it affects as long as he gets his.)
The Martyr.
Life is so unfair. It’s all just unfair. Don’t you understand how hard he has worked? Don’t you realize the sacrifices? The time he has put in....all 10 extra minutes a day over anyone else! TEN WHOLE MINUTES MORE! You ungrateful bastards never recognize him for it! He’s pissed when he gets a boat, he’s pissed when he doesn’t get a boat. He’s pissed when he has to work, he’s pissed when he’s off work. He never has any money although he works every single day of this life forever and ever and ever and ever....but doesn’t have a fucking dime. Oh how he gives. It’s his work ethic, see, to work, SO. HARD. every. single. day. for all eternity. NOBODY works as hard as he does. Just ask him, he’ll tell you. He has a strong, strong work ethic...that includes whining, pissing, moaning and crying about his strong work ethic and his martyrdom. And if he gets a boat with people who don’t tip...it was...A CONSPIRACY! He was sent those particular people ON purpose! As a joke! Everyone is back on the dock laughing hysterically at him! Because we are all assholes and have no compassion for just how so very fucking hard he works, day after day, after day. (One time, it was about 8 in the morning. I, stupidly, said “good morning” to the martyr. The response I received? “Pscht. Today has really sucked!” Um...it hasn’t even started yet?)
Anyway, that’s it for now, kids. Why am I bothering with stick figures of my co-workers? Why am I talking about shit that is so fucking juvenile and stupid?
A) Because I work with these fucking twats every day and while I’m working my way towards my goal, I wonder how the hell am I going to make it yet another day. I truly, truly do. In the past, when I was younger, I would just quit. “Fuck this! There’s other jobs.” But now is not the time to be looking for another job. I have a goal. I can get to that goal by working here. It will take some time. I will have to endure this fucking horseshit while I work towards that goal and I HAVE GOT TO FUCKING RELEASE because these people truly disgust me.
B) Ain’t a damn soul hardly reading here anymore, anyway. So who gives a shit what I do or say here.
I find the drawing to be very therapeutic and even though I’m not good at it now, I’ll get better and I’m going to draw cartoons for myself so that when I do get to my goal; when I’m there, settled in, comfortable, happy, relaxed and at peace, having a nice, relaxing evening away from FUCKING MORONS, I’m going to look back at this time and see how far I came. I’m going to see how hard it was, what I had to endure to get there....so that I will never, ever take my hard work, my success, my reward for granted.
Till next time, kids.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Tip For The Day
If it’s 54 degrees, windy, chill factor making it feel like less than 50 degrees and it’s raining, guess what?
IT WILL BE FUCKING COLD AND MISERABLE ON YOUR AIRBOAT TOUR!
If you cannot handle the cold and the wind and the rain...do not come out to the Everglades to take an airboat ride.
And most importantly, do not sit there, in the boat, as we get ready to leave the dock and answer, when I ask how you are, how so very damn cold you are, how horribly cold and wet you are, how you’re not happy because you are cold and wet.
I KNOW IT’S COLD AND WET, ASSHOLE!
I was warm and dry before your stupid ass showed up and bought tickets.
When you were driving out there, in your car, did you happen to, I don’t know, look out the fucking windows? Did you see the rain splattering on your windshield? Did you see the gray skies? Did you see the trees, blowing, in the wind? And when your sorry ass got out of your car, did you feel the ice cold? DID YOU?!
What on earth makes you think that it will be warmer and dryer on a fucking airboat ride through the wilderness? PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS TO ME.
And damn, you insipid pricks, tip your captain. We are freezing up there in our chairs, driving your stupid asses around to look at nothing because all of the animals are inside the brush, staying out of the rain and staying warm. IDIOTS!
I am wiped out. I forgot how working in the cold can take all of your energy. So now I’m home, in my pajamas, the heat going and I’m about ready to pass out....that’s the positive because I love that feeling but I’d rather not have to freeze my ass off all day long because a few morons can’t figure out it’s FUCKING COLD and WET before they purchase tickets.
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
That Was Fast
Remember how I said I like to sit back and watch people hang themselves with their own mouths?
Sure didn’t take long.
Apparently, on Monday, Bitch got caught lying, yet again, at work. Only this time, she lied to the bosses and they don’t take kindly to getting ripped off. Let me preface by stating that Bitch does not have a good work ethic. Oh she’ll tell you she does, she’ll do a lot of unnecessary “busy” work which is non work and she’ll talk about how much everyone else doesn’t do, according to her, to take the focus off of how much she doesn’t do. And she’s also one of those annoying hags at the counter, (of any business), who blabs on her cell phone while the customers are there AND/OR carries on personal conversations while customers are waiting. I cannot stand cashiers who do this shit and it really aggravates me when I see her do it. I end up helping the customer and then she gets upset and jumps in front of me to take over. Should have been paying attention, twit.
ANYWAY, Monday. She was ringing someone up at the register. I guess they bought a good chunk of change worth of absolute crap, (as it is with gift shops), and in the middle of ringing the guy up, after putting his stuff in a bag she completely turned away from him and carried on a conversation with a co-worker.
The guy waited and waited and waited and waited to pay for it all. Finally he said, “fuck it”, apparently, and walked off with the shit without paying for it.
The lady boss, Russian bitch, found out somehow and asked what Bitch had done with the merchandise. Bitch flat out lied, right to the boss’ face and said, “Oh, I put it all back.”
No. She didn’t. The guy walked off with it because she was too busy conversing to do her job.
So, RB went to look at the video. Yes, we have cameras pointing right at the registers. Now, those cameras are NOT in case anyone decides to come in and rob us, those cameras are to watch the workers who HAVE stolen from the boss in the past. Yes, indeed.
Lo and behold, RB finds out, Bitch didn’t put a damn thing back. RB watched Bitch turn away from the guy, the guy stand there for an eternity, get annoyed and walk off, bag in hand, without paying for a thing.
When the main boss found out, one co-worker said, “I guess she was talking to someone and wasn’t paying attention.” The boss, (main one), said, “Talking TO someone or talking ABOUT someone?”
As you may imagine, I’m loving the hell out of this. Not only did she get caught flat out lying...what? Bitch lies? The hell you say! I thought it was ME who made things up. HAHAHAHAHA!
The boss clearly does understand that not only does Bitch lie, she also talks a lot of crap about everyone else. (This is a moment of rejoice for me after a week and a half of Bitch saying I made everything up, I was causing problems, I “ran my mouth”, I am trying to hurt her, blah, blah, blah.)
And finally? The best thing?
Bitch has to pay for everything that man TRIED and WANTED to pay for before she turned her back on him to carry on some stupid conversation with a co-worker.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA!!!!!!!
Suck it, Bitch.
Keep diggin’ that grave.
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Begin Process
So, once again, I think it’s time for me to move on.
What a huge disappointment the human race has been.
I really wanted to stay here long enough to save up a big chunk of change but I really do not think I can take this negative, childish, drug/alcohol drenched environment anymore.
Today, some random guy pulled off the highway and came up to us while we were at work. We were sitting near the entrance and he was asking for help. Seems he was on his way to the Keys, a long ways from here, and was having car problems. He said that he had gas in his car but when he would push on the gas, the car didn’t want to go over 20mph. That’s kind of dangerous on the highway. He was, basically, feeling stranded, out in the middle of nowhere.
So what do my asshole co-workers do to help? Stare at him. Some walked away.
What a bunch of fucking pricks.
I don’t know enough about cars to help him find the problem, maybe help fix it but I did offer information. I told him that there was an auto repair place not too far down the road and if he would like us to call him a tow truck to get him there, we could do that. He said he didn’t have the money for a tow truck and his family is in the Keys. I told him that maybe if he talked to the towing company and explained, they could work something out with him.
Meanwhile, the rest of my co-workers walked away without offering any sort of solution, assistance, help, anything. These assholes always brag about how much they know about engines. They can fix a boat, they can fix a car, they can do everything. Don’t you know, they are all brilliant mechanics.
But some guy needs help, maybe take a look under the hood and see if it’s something simple, and they walk off without saying a word to him. Un. Fucking. Real. The rudeness. Gee, I sure hope they don’t ever find themselves stranded somewhere in the middle of nowhere, need some help and have everyone ignore them. Dickheads.
Finally the guy decided to take my advice and go inside to ask to use the phone and talk to a towing company. One co-worker came back, the one who said he would beat my ass, (that still makes me laugh), and asked where the guy went. Oh now you fucking give a shit? Fuck you. I told him the guy went inside to use the phone and he said, “He’s just looking for someone to fix his car for free. I’m not in free mode today.”
No, you fucking piece of shit! He’s in the middle of nowhere, his car started giving him problems, he doesn’t know the area, he needs a little bit of help. But you’re not “in the mood”? REALLY?!
I start to walk away from this prick. As I’m doing that, I see Bitch come out and go to “Not In Free Mode Today” co-worker and speak to him. The guy had gone in to ask to use the phone for help and for whatever reason, she chose not to let him do this. Sigh. But, she did, at least, have “Not In Free Mode Today” co-worker take a look under the hood.
When I came back to that area about 10 minutes later, the guy was gone. I asked what happened. “NIFMT” stated, “I don’t know. His car started up fine. He’s slowly making his way down the road.”
In other words, no one helped him. AT. ALL.
Yes, douche bag, his car runs. He never said it didn’t. Yes, he is slowly making his way down the road, that was the fucking problem. His car wouldn’t get up past 20mph. So you did nothing.
I didn’t expect anyone to be able to FIX the car, I have no idea what was wrong with it but they could have let him use the fucking phone or figured out his problem or maybe been able to do something for him.
But, we don’t have people like that around here. We have assholes. And I’m tired of the assholes.
Oh, and I forgot to mention: The guy was black. These twats don’t like black people. If it had been a white person, they would have helped. Because I’ve seen them help other people. Of course, those people were white. I hate these mother fuckers.
So now, I begin the process of looking around for new digs and employment and getting out of here. This is not how I wanted to do this but, ya know, a person can only take so much. I have been in the cess pool for too long. It is time to get the fuck out.
I weighed the pros and cons about staying here. There are two very good pros but the cons list is enormous. Unfortunately, some of those cons outweigh the two good pros.
Seriously disappointing.
Friday, December 03, 2010
Knuckle Dragging Mouth Breathers
It’s hilarious at work anymore. Bitch can’t stop talking about me which, naturally, makes me laugh. Clearly she is upset that I called her on her shit, she’s running scared right now and trying to do everything in her power to get me canned. She’s even making stuff up! Oh! And get this one! A co-worker who has befriended her and her husband, (boy did he pick the wrong people to associate with), stated that if I tried to “hit” Bitch, (which, remember, I never said I was going to do, she dramatically embellished and blew my, “you and me, after work, are going to have a nice talk”, WAY out of proportion), that he would, “beat my ass”. Isn’t that adorable? Wow, you’re such an awesome guy! You’re going to beat MY ass? HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Another co-worker, male, told me this. He asked me not to say anything about it. I won’t. He said he wants to hear the guy say it and should this asshole say it again, this particular co-worker is going to go off on him, tell him, “What kind of a pussy are you? You’re going to hit a girl? Why don’t you man up and hit me? I’ll kick your ass and I guarantee I won’t hurt you nearly as much as she would. She’d wipe the floor with you.”
That shit cracks me up.
This idea that I can kick the living shit out of people stems from the knowledge that I was once in the military as an MP. Sure, we learned how to defend ourselves and avoid getting hurt. We learned how to detain people who were unruly. But we didn’t, “kick people’s ass”. But I don’t correct them when they say these things. I just let them say it and let them think it. I have never threatened, in person, to beat the shit out of anyone. I’ve thought about it. I’ve daydreamed about doing it but I’ve never told anyone I would. I prefer to use my brains and outsmart the idiot and let them hang themselves with their mouth. Seriously, to me? That’s the ultimate revenge. Being patient, taking the shit, dealing with hostility, being called every name in the book, being talked shit about, being “hated” by losers....whatever. Eventually, those people WILL hang themselves, dig their own graves and look like fools and there isn’t a thing they can do to me because of it. Kicking someone’s ass gets you thrown in jail. For what? A loser? Please. If I’m going to be thrown in jail for something, I’m going to make sure the person is worth it, first. And trust me, this Bitch? LOL! Not even on the fucking radar.
So. Today, this particular co-worker, (who has also been getting shit on because “they” know he has my back), and I asked the manager if we could take a boat out and take some photos. It was slow as hell, (always is at this time of year), and what are we going to do? Sit around and wait for someone to ask us to change the handtowels in the bathroom? The manager had no problem with this request. (Coincidentally, the manager also despises, actually, his word was, “hate”, these two, Bitch and her husband. Why? Because they treated him like shit when he first got here, tried to get him fired from the start and have lied their asses off to him several times. And they talked some serious shit when he became manager and many people were more than happy to inform manager about this. He hates them. Ha.)
We get all of our work done so that no one can bitch and moan about that and towards the end of the day, we get our cameras, double check that it’s ok to do this and off we go. I took some photos along the way and will be sharing them with you. But I wanted to tell you how it was when we got back.
We pulled up to the dock and there was Bitch with some lame ass excuse as to why she needed to be outside, near the dock. (She works at the counter, she doesn’t work outside.) She then went over to another co-worker of mine and leaned against a fence, talking to him and shooting evil glares my way. So, I said, to the particular co-worker....let’s call him...Charlie. So I said to Charlie, loud enough for Bitch to hear, “Hey Charlie, remember how I told you about the nosy cows? That lady was saying how every time they put something out, the cows had to come over and investigate; that they were so nosy about everything?” (This is true, I was reading a forum about a lady and husband who were building their own home in the mountains and a neighbor of theirs has cows. They allowed the cows to roam on their land but while they were building and fixing and doing things, the cows kept messing things up because they could not keep their noses out of the humans’ business.)
I’m sure the Bitch got the picture but what is she going to do? Cry to the boss that I called her a nosy cow? Go ahead. Please do. And should the boss ever ask me about it, I can tell him, “I was talking about a forum I was reading. I can give you the web address to read it yourself if you would like. It’s not my fault she thought I was talking about her. Maybe she had a guilty conscious.” You know, to make her look like a fool. Cause that is fun!
You see, Bitch and her husband and the “I’ll beat her ass” co-worker were PISSED off! that I DARED to go out and do something fun! HOW DARE ME! I should not be allowed to have fun at work! I should sit and be by myself, ostracized, hated by all, do all the hard, manual labor by myself, cry, while they all stand around the counter and party and laugh and love the shit out of each other because they are good people, I’m the big, bad meanie!
Idiots.
The fact that Bitch could not ruin this for me NOR “tell on me”, really, really, really bothered her. She was ticked the hell right off because there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. Suck it, hag.
Anyway, today, Charlie and I talked a lot. He feels like I do, now. I’ve felt this way for about 2 or so years of the 3.5 years I’ve been working here. He’s been here 20 years and he’s just now getting fed up with it all. He is sick of the backstabbing, the manipulation, the childish behavior, the lying, the threats, all of it. He is sick of being around negative people. He’s dying for intelligent conversation. He told me he is about to snap. He is about to go off. And I’ve seen him go off before....it really is not a pretty thing. He’s a ticking time bomb....he’s ready to explode. And you know what? When that happens? Some heads, as they say, are going to roll. He may end up losing his job because of it despite the fact that he’s been here 20 fucking years because the boss does not appreciate anyone who works here....but some heads are going to fucking roll when he does lose it.
I kinda look forward to that day.
Anyway, I’m going to add the photos in the next post because I have no desire to sully the beauty with such negativity and bullshit childness that surrounded the whole thing. I hope you enjoy.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Drugs Are Bad, Mmkay
To open, I do not do drugs. I really do not have a lot of respect for those who do drugs. I think it’s the cowards way of handling life.
Keep that in mind as I unfold the drama.
Remember that white trash wedding I attended in the spring? I informed you all that the groom was sick with cancer and probably didn’t have long to live? Well, he didn’t. He died not too long ago and his wife, my co-worker, had to deal with everything and took a few days off from work to mourn.
I do like her even though she does drugs. I don’t know what she does, I don’t know how much she does, I don’t rightly care much because at work, she’s nice and she’s honest. She’s not afraid to be honest either. That’s why I like her.
The other co-worker I’ve talked about on here is a royal, lying, backstabbing, manipulative bitch. To me, she’s not good at lying or manipulation; to me, she’s totally transparent but I apparently work with a bunch of fucking morons because they don’t see the manipulation for what it is.
Anyhoo, Bitch decided to start up a rumor about the other girl...I’ll call her Bride again because that’s how you know her. She decided, not long after the death of Bride’s husband, (Thanksgiving day, in fact), to start telling people that the reason Bride married her husband was because of a $150,000 life insurance policy and that two days before the groom died, he informed Bride there was no policy.
Not only is this a complete and total fabrication, it is beyond personal and way crossing the line. Oh, I forgot to mention, Bitch tells everyone that Bride is her best friend. And this is not the first time that Bitch has thrown Bride under the bus.
Bride married the groom because Bride and Groom knew each other for years and years and years. They loved each other. They weren’t going to get married because Bride had already been through that and after having to deal with such an asshole for an ex-husband, she was adamant never to do it again. They had seen each other off and on over the many, many, many years they had known each other but they did decide to start having a relationship again about 4 years ago. They lived together, they had their fights, they acted like any other couple.
Then Groom got sick with cancer. Bride took care of him. Groom’s family did nothing for him. As it was becoming obvious that Groom was getting worse, they decided to get married. Yes, they did love each other but it was mainly to protect him and also so that Bride would be able to take care of him, especially during hospital visits.
When he died, Bride was upset. She still mourns but knows that she has to move on with life, she needs to work, she has kids (older) to take care of, (one is thirteen), and she can’t sit at home and wallow in self pity. So she picked herself up and got back to work and got on with getting on with life.
And then Bitch makes up this shit.
Why did she make it up? Who the hell knows why Bitch makes up anything except that Bitch has the lowest self esteem I’ve ever seen and is constantly trying to tear people down to make herself look better. Why, I do not know. If she would just do her fucking job and stop worrying about everyone else so much, there wouldn’t be anything to be so scared of. Idiot. Unless, you know, Bitch is doing things she shouldn’t be doing....like stealing from the till at work. Ahem.
So, this little rumor was told to me and because I actually like Bride, and because I felt this was way over the line and because Bitch was spreading this rumor around, I decided to inform Bride exactly what her “best friend” is saying about her.
The shit hit the fan.
Bride was pissed. See, Bride and I have an understanding. When we hear shit talking about the other, we will make mention of it to that person. Not to cause problems but so that the other knows what they are working with. She’s told me things, I’ve told her a couple of things. Most things, meh, who cares but some things, sigh...some things need to be said.
So Bride confronted Bitch at work and asked who might be saying such things and, surprisingly, (not), Bitch denied, denied, denied. “WHAT?! Who’s saying that?!”
I’ve had enough of Bitch’s mouth, I’ve had enough of her throwing people under the bus left and right on a daily basis, I’ve had enough of her bullshit so I said, “Apparently you are, Bitch.”
So she started to attack me. Please, like I’m afraid of that useless thing?
I told her who told me, we could all get together and discuss this if she so pleased but, of course, she did not want that, now did she? Because what I said was true. I called her on her shit and she didn’t know how to handle it.
So she decided to spend the last couple of days shit talking me at work. Saying, at first, that I made all of it up, (she went and cried to the boss like a child..my God), that I’m causing problems, etc. Then she decided to switch gears and say I only told Bride about it to deliberately hurt Bride.
Oooh! Is that a victim card I see?
Today, while in the parking lot at work, (where there were no customers), I confronted her and said, “Some of us know the right thing to do, and some of you don’t. I didn’t tell her to hurt her, I told her to protect her from what her so called best friend was saying. Before you start pointing fingers everywhere else, you better fucking ask your fool self why the fuck you started the rumor in the first place, bitch!”
“What?! Whatever!!!”
Nice come back.
Later, while around the counter area, where the Bitch works, she wheeled around on me and started screaming at me in front of customers and making a big scene for the lady boss, that she didn’t need me there, (she is not my boss), she’s tired of me running my mouth, (stop taking my words and using them as your own, idiot), and on and on.
I looked at her and said, “Oh please, I haven’t said a fucking thing to you while standing here.”
She said, “You said shit in the parking lot!!!”
I replied, “If you’re going to talk shit about me behind my back, I am going to confront you. If you don’t like confrontation, stop spreading shit and shut your mouth.”
Bitch: “We don’t need you here! Tell her Russian Bitch! (lady boss) Tell her Russian Bitch! Tell her Russian Bitch!”
Me: (Thinking...OMG! Are you four fucking years old?)
Lady boss then said, wearily, “Please, this is a stressful day for me, please, Serenity, go outside.” (Not mean.)
So yes, of course, you don’t argue in front of customers and ok, even though I don’t particularly like Russian Bitch, she did ask nicely, albeit, again, wearily, and I went outside. But of course, Bitch, herself, could not stop. She said something else and so I said, ‘You and me, after work....”
And I was just getting to the point of saying, “are going to have a nice little talk”
But Bitch flew off the handle and screamed, “What! Are you going to hit me?!”
I told her not to flatter herself.
She said, “I’ll call the cops!!!”
Me: “You idiot, if you would ever shut up, I was saying we would have a nice little talk.”
Bitch: “I don’t have anything to say to you.”
Me: “Chicken shit. You can’t face the truth?”
So then of course, she blew THAT all out of proportion and whined and cried that I was threatening her, thankfully we have cameras and it can all be caught on tape and they’ll call the cops on me if they have to, blah blah waaaaah!
Call the cops for what? Please, call them. “Officer, please send an officer! This girl is trying to...sob...trying to.....omg, help, she’s trying to...TALK TO ME!!!!!”
Most of my co-workers agree with what I did. They said it was right because if someone is shit talking your friend, you should let them know. I would want to know. I would be pissed the fuck right off if my other friends knew that one friend was talking shit behind my back and they didn’t say a thing. And Bride and I, like I said, have this understanding. We’ve had it for quite some time now.
So, Bride is thankful to me, she knows I’m telling the truth, her son is pissed beyond belief and wants to come to work next week and kick some people’s asses....the drama continues because Bitch cannot tell the truth.
And my co-workers know Bitch made it up, my co-workers have heard Bitch talk shit about Bride in the past, as well as other people, many of my co-workers have been thrown under the bus by Bitch. But not a single one of them stood up and said, “She was right, you, Bitch, are wrong.” Because they are cowards.
Bunch of fucking cowards. They don’t like her, they agree she causes problems, they agree that the place is very peaceful when she and her piece of shit husband are not there, they’d love to see them go....but they won’t stand up and say a fucking thing.
Cowards.
But what pisses me off more?
Bride and Bitch and Bitch’s husband, plus some other co-workers, are hanging out tonight, all friendly and chatty....and I was like, WHAT THE FUCK?! You hang out with someone who stabs you in the back? Are you an idiot?
And that’s when it hit me. Despite how angry they are about what happened and despite the desire to kick someone’s ass about it, (meaning, Bride kick Bitch’s ass), they put up with the drama. I do not comprehend this because I don’t allow people to shit talk me and still be my friend. That’s not a friend. But they will. And it’s not because they enjoy the drama. They put up with it for one reason and one reason only:
Because they all do drugs.
They need those people to get their drugs, do the drugs and be with while all fucked up.
I will never have more influence than the drugs will.
I’m not sorry I stood up to that fucking Bitch but I am sorry I didn’t realize, until all these years later, that I’ve been fighting against losers who do drugs and are alcoholics. I’ve had roommates I’ve had to deal with, I’ve had co-workers I’ve had to deal with and I’ve had people I like I’ve tried to “have their back” for and it was all completely and utterly fucking pointless because I will never, ever, ever mean more to them, than drugs and alcohol.
So fuck the lot of ‘em.
Have your shitty little backstabbing lives. Cry like a baby every time someone says, “Boo” to you. Whine, piss and moan about how life isn’t fair to you and people are mean. Be a fucking coward and stay silent and seated when you should be standing up to help solve the problem. Be useless. Be a fucking loser. Suck it.
I’m done.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Well Duh
Co-worker: Can I talk to you for a minute?
Me: Sure.
We go out back at work.
Me: What’s up?
Co-worker: Do you ever get annoyed with the stupid conversations around here? I understand a little silliness every now and then but my God, man, not every single day. I’m sick of the stupid conversations around here.
Me: ::chuckle:: It’s finally getting to you is it? Especially around the tourists.
Co-worker: We are all wearing the same uniform and these tourists hear these stupid conversations and then they think we’re all like that. My God, man, it’s every day all day long. Are these people really that stupid? I am dying for an intelligent conversation. The only person around here that I can have an intelligent conversation with is you.
Me: Now you know how I’ve been feeling for the past 3 years.
Co-worker: Can we talk about something intelligent? I can’t deal with this anymore.
Me: What? You mean you don’t find random shouts of “Piss!!!!!” to be intelligent?
At long last, finally, someone else is seeing what I’m seeing, live, where I work. When I have said that these people are idiots, I meant, they are idiots. This particular co-worker may not be the brightest person but he sees the asinine, juvenile, bullshit that I’ve been seeing since I started. It didn’t take me as long to get disgusted with it. He’s been here 20 years. Now he’s finally over it.
Yes, co-worker, it would be nice to have an intelligent conversation at work, wouldn’t it? It would be nice if we worked with actual grown ups instead of grown men who act like they are still in jr. high and whine, piss, moan and back stab worse than most girls I’ve ever encountered. It would be nice if we could all be on the same side instead of sucking up, kissing ass and shoving our heads straight up the boss’ ass, talking shit about everyone else, wouldn’t it?
We don’t get advancements, we don’t get raises, we don’t get promoted....we are all treated like, “dead bodies” (as Russian bitch referred to all of us at one time), shit on, talked about, trashed and frankly, abused, by our boss. So what is the purpose of any one of us sucking up to that? The only thing this accomplishes is animosity. The boss takes part in the trash mouthing and then gets upset because there is whining and animosity.
Wonder the fuck why, asshole!
See, if everyone would be on the same side, we might actually be able to have intelligent conversations with an occasional bout of silliness. But, we can’t and we won’t and the main reason is because the boss is as unprofessional as any boss I’ve ever seen and he’s a big part of the problem.
So, you’re going to have to find an outlet, co-worker. Find a positive outlet, find something constructive to do with your time, find intelligent people outside of work who you can communicate with on a regular basis because it’s never going to change at work.
We work with children...boss included.
Most importantly, make a goal, stick to it, save your money, get to that goal and get the FUCK out of here as soon as you can.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Shut Your Pie Hole
Why is it that the ignorant are the ones who never shut the fuck up?
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, on and on, yap, yap, yap, forever flapping their gums.
Shut! Up!
They are so busy listening to themselves talk, holding their imaginary court, telling people that “this is why....” yak, yak, yak, that they can never hear anything else. They never learn anything because they never shut their fucking mouths.
The bigger question, though, is why the hell does anyone listen to these idiots?
Every time I go out to walk my dogs I can hear one of my moronic neighbors carrying on. And on. And on. And on. Every night, they are outside, drinking their beers, I can tell they are smoking pot because of the coughing fits, and they talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk....Jeezus H. Krist!
I can’t even begin to tell you some of the asinine things I’ve heard while out on walks. Yes, of course, they have the right to blabber on all night long in their yards and make asses of themselves. I’m just sick of fucking hearing it. My IQ drops every time I walk out my door. It’s torture. It’s mental fucking torture.
I think the government should hire these people to torture terrorists. One week of listening to these fuck wits and the terrorists will spill their guts.
