April 24, 2012 § 33 Comments
Now I know not everything that seems a big deal to some people is a big deal to anyone else…. but some things cannot just be shrugged away.
Today my boss was interviewing for a grunt. You know someone who does all the grunt work (like me), but content to be just that. Anyway, this guy goes into his interview and starts to leave. “How did it go?” I asked.
“They asked me for a police check”, he seemed a little upset.
“They do that with everyone,” my co-worker assured him.
“Are they just checking for warrants, or like a full record?”
Most people I know have some record or another. Nothing to get put away for, usually a public drunkenness or possession charge. “So long as it’s not too bad you’ll be okay.”
“Oh, good,” he says. “Nothing really, just a few domestic violence charges.” He shrugs like it is nothing.
Really dude? THAT is no big deal to you? I’m thinking the main reason they do a police check is to weed out those who either are drug dealers or those with violence issues, especially among those with no voice to speak out. Oh, creepy, creepy, creepy. I think on to the next interview.
April 23, 2012 § 4 Comments
Fucking SNOW, are you kidding me? Inn April? The END of April! What ever happened to that global warming I’ve been hearing so many good things about?
April 22, 2012 § 6 Comments
I hate moving. I love this place.
First day at the new Job yesterday. I’m going to pick up about 3 shifts a week. And I’m going to hate it. Don’t laugh, don’t you dare fucking laugh, but I have joined the “would you like fries with that” guild. Fuck, I hate it already. Boss is a cunt. Co-workers are actually okay for the most part, but revisit the boss being a cunt, which kind of makes it impossible to enjoy a moment of work. Oh, and customers are dicks.
Have a great fucking day.
April 21, 2012 § 3 Comments
So I figured we would be going to the club…. nope. He and Ali got together to throw a party, even had Jake there. I got ridiculously, sloppy drunk. It was so fun. We crashed at Ali’s place, but around 7A.M. he was ready to leave. (Bastard). So here I sit QUITE and utterly hungover. Do you think I can enjoy my hangover in peace? No. I have to work later. Oh well, at least my hangover was well earned:D
April 18, 2012 § Leave a comment
April 17, 2012 § 17 Comments
This is courtesy of a 9ish girl at Walmart. C and I are walking by the emergency exit as a little girl presses the lever, openning the door and sending off alarms everywhere. The little girl takes off like a bat out of hell down an aisle. We hear her parents: “Where’s Trina?” with suspicision high in their voice. She is one aisle over concentrating on the shelves with an impressive image of innocence, concentrating on the shelves in front of her.
“Trina, did you set off the alarm?”
“What alarm?” as the alarm was still blaring it was a poor bluff. “I’m just looking at the toilet seats. I’ve been here the WHOLE time.”
Canada: I think somewhere William Shatner has started a private school of acting, and Trina is his prize pupil.