So my day started by finding a note from the previous nights' manager to my bosses, explaining how the resident fucktard(who, from here on in, I will refer to as Dumbass) in the kitchen was messing up left and right, and this is a quote, "was off in Neverland all night because his trampy girlfriend left him"(I love Vickie sometimes. Ha. And yes, we all pretty much hated this chick because she somehow transformed our coworker into a pussywhipped dipshit. As opposed to just a regular dipshit... But when your relationship starts affecting your productivity at work... Yeah.). Needless to say, the Bossman was in a hell of a mood after learning of this(Yay...), and we were all left shaking our heads at Dumbass once more. To completely fall apart over a bitch is about the stupidest thing ever, as far as I'm concerned. Yeah, being dumped sucks, but that's no excuse to slack off on everything else. Of course, I'm the same bitch who showed up to work the morning after learning my father and grandfather both passed away within 12 hours of each other... But the way I see it, and the way I've experienced it, is as such: The world doesn't give a flying fuck if you're hurting, if your heart's been broken, if your entire existence has been turned upside down. Sure, a few choice people might stop and express concern(and one or two of them might actually be genuine), but at no time will the universe stop just for you to go cry in the corner for a day or two. So as far as I'm concerned, you either carry on like a little self-entitled bitch, or you get up, dust yourself off, and continue to keep up to the best of your ability. That, and I also find coping with devastating events a little easier when you make an effort to keep yourself occupied. I figure the more you force yourself to concentrate on other shit, the less time you have to dwell on the most recent incident of the world shitting on you.
Anyhow, my point being... Time to man up, Dumbass. I mean, the bitch already had your car impounded by driving it with no license, WRECKED your car and totaled it (After you let her drive it again... Retard...), bled you dry financially after she got picked up for selling weed and possession of weapons and you paid all of her fines and bail(Did you happen to tell her that you're only making minimum wage and a big chunk of that is going towards child support?), and had you take care of her pregnant ass when baby daddy booted her out. So... She had the baby, figured she can get the government and taxpayers to take care of her from here on in, and decided she didn't need you anymore? Please, do explain to me what the tragedy is here. Because the only thing I can think of is she possessed the most amazing pussy in the universe. I'm just sayin'. :-P
Also, I can report yet another family feud going down today. Apparently my sister, with no insurance, job, or mode of transportation made a dental appointment without consulting the provider of most of her financial needs and transportation, AKA Mom. Apparently she thinks that having wisdom teeth pulled is cheap and they won't do any sort of background check to see if she can actually make payments. When Mom questioned her on all of this, she pulled the "I AM AN ADULT!" card and hung up on her. Oh, little girl, you may be of age, but you have MUCH to learn about adulthood... It doesn't matter than you've already reproduced. SMH.....
Much of the family at odds with one another, and Thanksgiving is nearly a week away. Never have I thought that I'd become one of those people that dread the holidays due to being forced together with less-than-stable relatives, yet thanks to questionable decisions on the part of a couple of individuals and a living arrangement gone horrifically bad, here I am. Wishing more than anything a friend or relative far away would somehow invite me to hang with them. Doesn't look like that'll be happening, though, and I may very well have to be drunk to make it through next Thursday.
Pass the Tequila Rose.
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