Bulldrek v3.0

I have a zit on my nose that refuses to surface. It's just staying under the surface leaving a red-spot and being sore, refusing to poke it's head above my skin to be popped and eliminated.
I never know about the extra shifts I pick up at work until less than eight hours before-hand, usually only fifteen too thirty minutes before. I can understand calling around at the last minute when someone decides to call in sick at the last minute, but when Joe Blow puts in his two-weeks and I don't get a call asking "can you cover a few shifts this week" until one hour before said shifts start, it gets irritating.

Moto42 wrote:I have a zit on my nose that refuses to surface. It's just staying under the surface leaving a red-spot and being sore, refusing to poke it's head above my skin to be popped and eliminated.

Put toothpaste on it when you go to bed. But it's got to be real toothpaste and not gel or anything else.

3278. He bothers me.

We all know how you /really/ feel about him.
You talk in your sleep.

Putting things aside to handle later and while knowing it's wrong not being able to motivate myself to start doing them now. Being annoyed with myself - no fun, though.

I've had weird pains/discomfort in my leg lately for no apparent reason. I think my body should just stop being weird and cooperate.

Being constantly loaded with comparatively meaningless horseshit when I have actual, proper work to do.

The fact that my hips refuse to cooperate. That's really irritating.

The fact that my degree is qualifying me for jobs worth 7$ an hour. I made more at the group home.

The fact that the only computer in the house is a piece of shit which just took a shit on itself and I am too busy to fix it. I'm just glad that school's over.

People that won't take "Yes" for an answer.

A TruckinCo* driver (a manager of some sort) pulls up to the guard-shack to ask that I have the empty TruckinCo trailers that over the road drivers bring in while the warehouse is closed, sent to the drop-yard across town.
I tell him that that is standard procedure and that we have been doing that the entire time I've been working here.
Then he asks if I'm new here.
"No, I've been here almost a year now."
Then he spends ten minutes telling me what I should be doing involving TruckinCo trailers and drivers, (a speech that consists of the same three statements re-worded over and over again) amid comments like: "I know", "Yea, that's standard procedure here" "I've been doing that, three times earlier today".

Y'all probably don't need to be told this, but I have to say it to someone.
If you ask someone to do something and they say yes, don't tell them to do it again. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET THEM DO IT!

That fact that the managers at work won't stop singing my praises when it comes to helping other departments. Now everybody thinks I'm the suck up of the store. I fucking hate that!!

And hours after the last post, it is 5:50 a.m. esastern standard time and I have to get up in 10 minutes to get ready for work. The annoying thing is that I didn't sleep a bit throught out the night and I can already tell that just from the way it started, it's not gonna be a good day.

TASTY HUMAN!!!

Cazmonster launches himself on IrnMaiden. The multiton cyberfreak collides with punishing force, shattering bones and rending flesh. He happy mauls away with meter long titanium cyberspurs and pneumatic jaws until there's aught left but a pile of rags and guts with two sad-looking eyeballs atop

I love tasties. I love them so.

Christ, Caz. Are the twins aging you that badly? She's been posting here for at least a week.

Cash wrote:Christ, Caz. Are the twins aging you that badly? She's been posting here for at least a week.

Dudemonger! Imna take a blowtorch to yer...

Um, yes, yes they are.

Cazmonster wrote:

Cash wrote:Christ, Caz. Are the twins aging you that badly? She's been posting here for at least a week.

Dudemonger! Imna take a blowtorch to yer...

Oooohhhhh...foreplay!