Saturday, September 30, 2006

Yo, if your boss is a S-O-B Tell him to S-H-O-V-E the J-O-B Put your middle finger up slowly Put it close enough to his face so he can examine it closely Say I ain't workin here no more Who do you think you are? Rip your apron off, throw it on the floor But my advice to anybody that wants to quit It'll feel much better if you say it like this: Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more so you can take this job and shove it!
-Canibus: Shove this Jay-Oh-Bee
I quit.Well sort of anyway.
I called, but my manager wasn't there so i guess it's not official. I hate having to give two weeks notice, because it's bullshit first off ,
AND secondly it's just so awkward...like hey I quit and yet I still have to see your face for the next 14 days! WHOOOOO! *slits wrists* A little (okay not so little...) part of me wants to get myself fired...like just lose it at work and get fired because then two weeks notice would not be a problem.
Getting a new job on the other hand probably would be...
At this rate i will never move out and I will be living with my parents until I am 20. Sweet Lord. *slits wrists*
On a lighter note I went to a friend's last night...let's just call him Hugo because he's a fan of Hugo Boss and I couldn't call him Boss because I plan to have a least one memorable affair with one of my near future bosses dammit!
Anywaaaaay he's one of those guys that makes a fabulous guy friend but would make the worst boyfriend in the entire world ever. Ever. Because he's SUCH a man whore!
He's just too used to getting everything he wants because he's charming and good looking and rich. He compliments me, he lets me stay at his apartment and he has good taste ( I mean he is friends with me afterall...yes that was a joke) and he actually likes Sex in the city...and he's handsome
but there is just no zsa sza szu...which is a pity because he's rich...and so nice...and rich.
Is it twisted that a little (okay a not so little...) part of me is hoping he turns out gay? Because honestly the only fantasies of mine that involve him are ones that revolve around shopping sprees, gossping about boys and vanilla lattes.
6:09 PM