Day 224: My new favorite show

Raising Hope is finally on Netflix and I had watched a couple of episodes with Max when it had first came on but never got to see anymore of them. So how damn excited was I to see that it was available on Netflix for me to watch whenever I wanted? I pissed, shit, sneezed, hiccupped and had three heart attacks ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

Day 223: Shit Yourself Car Rides With Tamara and Erin installment #3

or two, I have no fucking idea. So, I got off last night at midnight and Tamara and I thought that the best idea for us at the time was to go to Walmart and raid their boxes for our big moving day. Well of course this lead to hysterics. Specifically when we decided to take a two a.m McDonalds Trip.

Erin: WHAT THE FUCK IS A REACON ONION?
Tamara: they are onions that are chopped-
Erin: It's like smelly onions. YEAH DON'T PUT ANY SMELLY ONIONS ON IT.

Drive thru guy: Thank you, pull up to the first window
Erin: I LOVE YOU

*pulling up to trash can full of shit*
Erin: HOLY SHIT, HOW MUCH SHIT IS IN THERE?
Tamara: We're going to get pulled over by some cop and pass all the tests.
Erin: And they'll take us to jail anyway. I would totally be the one if there was a hot cop to be like "Hey ossifer, would you like to search my cavaties?"

Day 222: Guess who turned two today????

     

This little stinker. Happy 2nd Birthday Dorian Michael!

Day 221: BITCHING BLOG: YOU HAVE BEEN DAMN WARNED

I'm starting to seriously hate my job. There is way too much god damn drama and I'm sick of the bullshit of hiring people and then not properly training them. Also, if you are a newbie, you better get your shit straight and when someone tells you that you should probably do something you damn well better do it and not give everyone your little teeny bopper attitude.

And for the person that has been here awhile who already has two statements against you, WHAT WILL IT TAKE FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT YOUR ASS NEEDS TO STOP BEING A BITCH? If I counted the drawer four times and it's still coming up over ten cents I don't give two shits how you justify it, your drawer is OFF. Get the fuck over it. You don't always have to be goddamn right. Seriously, you're like 40 years old. It is time to grow the hell up.

Also, if someone gets legitimately sick at work. BY LAW, you have to send them home. Don't give me some shit about there not being anyone to replace me. YOU can replace me. Good lord, heaven god damn forbid if you guys have to real work.

By the way, I worked 16 hours out of 24 hours a day TWICE this week for you which ILLEGAL. By LAW you have to give me twelve hours off. And since you've been treating me like shit this week, GUESS WHO'S GOING TO MANAGEMENT about this?
Yup.
Me.
That's who.

Day 220: And I have realized..

that I have sold my soul to Hollywood Casino

Day 219: I have on my pajama pants and I put on a movie to write.

I am officially in heaven.

Day 218: These Midnight shifts are going to kill me.

Because spending the entire fucking day at the casino on sunday was exactly what I wanted to goddamn do. I work from midnight to eight a.m then come back in at three and work to eleven. God, I hate my life.