OK so i was at my club i frequent (when i get out of my house) and as usual was up on stage in the cages grinding with a very cute girl. well all was fine and dandy and i was drinking the usual amount. After my second or third bottle I kind of lost track and woke up in my bed (i did not drive) and alone( also a good thing) but i have a perfect set of teeth prints on my thigh. im all bruised and stuff but i never ever black out. NEVER. So now i ponder. I was getting and ordering my own drinks so i watched the bartender make them then they went from his hand to mine. no middle man. who the hell bit me?
So I worked so hard, went thru and painted the deep freeze and fridge. Second coat coming soon. also enjoying an old favorite arsenic and old lace. ahhh carry grant and a boris karloff look a like. also doing laundry. pulling out my winter wear and halloweenish (quote unquote) out fits. Luckily my manager and past managers seem ok with me, my work goes well and i can have blue and purple hair. thinking about going to work in my crushed velvet and satin. wonder how they would react. hmmm...
Well my little boy was running around me in circles cackling like crazy when suddenly he stopped, looked up all big eyed and ran to the kitchen. once in the kitchen he push a chair up to the deep freeze (before the paint job) once on the deep freeze he opened the pantry and got out 2 dog biscuits. After retrieval of said dog biscuits, he climbed down and ran out side. the basset hound pup crawled up to him and flopped down. bill then handed buddy a biscuit and then the both of them proceeded to munch (UHHHGGGHHH!!!) bills arm slung around buddies neck. Well the boy and his dog bonding was going well (my stomach was churning.) Once buddy had finished his dog treat, he decided to take bills. Well bill was so not happy. This all proceeded a fist fight. Buddy won.
What did i do to deserve dealing with this? I love my children.
Boxing i can stand and hockey not too bad. but the three sports i hate worse than anything is football nascar and baseball. I will despise these games for years if not forever now. not to say others cant like them but as a hazard of my job i have to listen to some one screaming for a month free service cuz their team lost and i cant tell them if they were at the stadium, maybe there would have been enough support for their team to win. or they root for the absolute worst losers of all and should expect it. BLAH!
It is nfl sunday ticket time and I hate football. know nothing of it at all. but i guess i should focus on the cash instead of worrying about anything. sometimes i just want to tell these poor people that they need to get a life. like you can have steak and lobster for the price of a mcdonalds happy meal. honestly. if you want quality you pay for it. *sigh* My manager is pushing me to take a promotion to assistant team manager. If it were not for the escalated calls and my morebid optimistic veiw that makes my inner voice scream "I CANT FIX STUPID, SIR!!" then i may be ok. not sure it is worth the aggravation and everything. Idk. I will work my ass off and try tho.
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Good luck with that.... I hated this time of year for promoting that package when I worked for that company... Luckily I switched to the international department, and was no longer required to sell that package.
LOL i guess when speaking of the nfl sunday ticket i dont need to say which company i work for
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