So, I know I owe blogs about my trip to NY and such, but I just haven't been in much of a blogging mood. Hell, who're we kidding? I haven't been in the mood to write at all. I keep thinking, "Oh, I should blog," but then I will find other stuff to do. I'll blog about it though...Perhaps this weekend. In the meantime, let's get onto other things, shall we?
Well, I got a job at a certain credit card company. (They are considered a "higher class" credit card company.) I started (finally!) on Monday. It was wonderful to quit Walmart. Don't get me wrong--it was partly sad because I'll miss some people, but overall, I was ecstatic!! What I think is bullshit though is that even though I quit, I have to wait until the usual payday to get my check. WTF? I quit! Give me my damn money! Oh well. I'll be rich next week because I'll get that check plus my first check from the credit card company (CCC from here on out) for 40 hours for this week. WOO HOO!! Anyway, CCC is awesome! Seriously. It's a company that actually seems to care about their employees. I know, I too was shocked. Perhaps had Walmart (Where they don't give a flying rat's ass about their employees because they're replaceable.) not been my last employer I wouldn't be so surprised and taken aback by it all. They provide benefits and other great things like tuition reimbursement from day one. Yes, I said day one, not day 90 or after a year, but day one. They also offer a ton of opportunities to move up within the company. Hmmm...What else? Oh yeah--I CAN WEAR SHORTS!! *grins* Well, they say it's okay, but Phoenix says no. Although, I just realized she wears shorts, so why can't I?? Oh, I'm totally wearing shorts tomorrow! I had to walk home today and it's like 110 out and I was wearing jeans! Thick jeans! Not like my old favorite pair that's all worn and practically see-through, but new, thick, heavy jeans!! This brings me to the other plus...CCC is within walking distance from my apartment. All I have to do is walk through my complex, cross the street, and go into work. It's awesome! It's a 10-12 minute walk. I am super excited about this job. It's not teaching, but this is a huge step up from where I've been recently. And I can wear shorts!! And tennis shoes!!
So, totally off subject, but do you, my faithful reader, ever just want to tell people to shut the fuck up? I get this feeling quite often around some people. For instance, there is a woman I recently met who I want to tell to shut the fuck up every time she opens her mouth. I think she is the biggest liar on the face of the planet besides my father, which I will get to in a moment. So, this woman, every time I turn around, is telling one outrageous story after another...It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes and say, "OMG! Shut the fuck up!" I mean, it doesn't matter what you say to this woman, she has the craziest, most unreal story to tell. So, she is currently on my list of people I wish would shut the fuck up. My list seems to be growing pretty quickly lately. I have been put on edge by a particular person who is long over due on shutting the fuck up. What sucks is that I cannot actually tell any of these people to shut it because I could get in trouble or because it would cause problems. I'm not saying I'd get in trouble like my mom would show up with a bottle of dish washing soap to wash my mouth out (Although she might if I keep insisting on saying "shut the fuck up". lol) So, I am forced to take the bullshit from the spewers of idiotic things. Seriously, it's a bunch of bullshit. I feel as though I've spent far too much of my life taking shit from people and I'm so over it. I just want to be like, "Dude, shut the fuck up. I don't give a flying rat's ass what you think or say or feel. I can't stand you, you selfish, self-centered, arrogant piece of shit." Of course, as I mentioned, I cannot say this, but I want to.
In a moment of utter frustration, I told my enemy until the end, the Black Spy, that I wished I could tell people to shut the fuck up and she said that she would tell them. Not like for me, but if she were me (Thank God she's not!), then she'd tell them. She doesn't hold back. Perhaps I should reconsider my enemy-ship with her and make nice. I might need her on my side. *considers this* Nah, I hate her too much. *grins* Anyway, I wish I could have that attitude. But as I said, it would cause more problems than it's worth...Still, it would be so wonderful to just be all, "How about I serve you a heaping helping of shut the fuck up with a side order of go fuck yourself?" Yup, that'd be nice. Of course, this whole problem would be slightly better if others spoke up, but that won't happen, so I am left to bear it...Not grin and bear it because I refuse to grin, but bear it I shall.
Speaking of sons of bitches, (Yes, if feels wonderful to cuss. I am often censored in speech, but in my writing, I am allowed to publish as I please!) I got an interesting call today. Somebody left me a voice mail on my cell phone looking for my piece of shit father. I didn't have time to call back since I was at work, but I called my brother (after calling everyone else and no one answered!) and was like, "Have you heard anything about (insert his name here)?" See, we were told like a month or longer ago that the jackass is dying of cancer. I didn't know what the message was in regards to since some of it broke up when I was listening to it. My brother said he hadn't heard anything. I gave him the number and he called this dude back. Apparently, the fucker hasn't been paying on some account and they were looking for him. Seriously? I haven't lived with him since I was 18...Well, I guess for like a month after I turned 19, but yeah. It's a bunch of bullshit. My brother told the guy that he had the wrong number and that, in fact, our dad was dead. *falls off couch laughing* Nice, huh? Why in the hell would they call me looking for him? My phone number should be private! Whatever. At least my brother called and handled it. I didn't want to have to call back and freak out on the guy. Although, he might've made a wonderful whipping boy. lol
I guess that's been my life in a nutshell. A new job and biting my tongue...I think that about sums it up. So, here's to hoping that a big ol' "Shut the fuck up!" doesn't slip out one day while I'm not paying attention. lol Until next time...Peace out. (You thought I was going to say shut the fuck up, huh?)
PS: I am so not grammar checking this. I'm about to fall asleep and don't feel like rereading it all. Deal with it.
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