Thursday, January 6, 2011
good to be sane.
we live on different ends of the planet, emotionally speaking. there's nothing there to speak of. goodbye, jailbait.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Nobody better pinch me
Bitch i swear i'll go crazy.
I fell in love. At least, i think i did.
I work with a 17 year-old boy. He's one of those rare finds. Friendly, tall and lanky. Chuck-taylors and a kings of leon anthology on his phone.
We'd flirt a lot, mostly because he's a total slut--and if someone's giving somethin' away, who am i to refuse?
So it started out as someone to look forward to working with. Then it was a crush, then a manipulation. We'd get really close, then get scared and fight and run away...
We fought really bad on sunday morning and he won't talk to me. I'm scared now we might not ever have a chance to even be friends now. First we fought attractions to each other, now i'm fighting heavy feelings. I think i love him a little.
I fell in love. At least, i think i did.
I work with a 17 year-old boy. He's one of those rare finds. Friendly, tall and lanky. Chuck-taylors and a kings of leon anthology on his phone.
We'd flirt a lot, mostly because he's a total slut--and if someone's giving somethin' away, who am i to refuse?
So it started out as someone to look forward to working with. Then it was a crush, then a manipulation. We'd get really close, then get scared and fight and run away...
We fought really bad on sunday morning and he won't talk to me. I'm scared now we might not ever have a chance to even be friends now. First we fought attractions to each other, now i'm fighting heavy feelings. I think i love him a little.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
fucking hate bitches
i don't think I'm a negative person. negative thinking is like a clamp on my head; totally shutting off all functioning thoughts and progression. However there are people i can't freaking stand who give my soul cancer.
*names have been changed
1. Russ. Boss at work. Not really MY boss, just an assistant manager. Total fucking ASSHOLE. Came to our store from another one to replace someone on medical leave. Sexist. Hordes stock guys like they're fucking little monopoly thimbles. I have a carry-out the day before thanksgiving, and because stock is working on a pre-holiday truck, Russ has to take out a dining set by himself. This is all my fault. It's my fault that there were no other stock guys scheduled off-truck to help out with carry outs and maintenance. It's my fault the carry out is a heavy dining set. It's my fault the customer decided to pick it up in the middle of a truck. It's my fault that no one can get a pallet-jack into the holding area because obviously I am the one piling furniture where it doesn't belong for the sake of abandoning it on a pile for someone else to deal with. It's all my fault that it got that way in the first place. FUCK. YOU. RUSS.
a half hour later there's another carry out--two things from the furniture-holding area. a coworker is processing the pick up and she's paging for Russ to come back and take it out. Russ isn't answering her pages, so I call again for her. Russ calls back wanting to know exactly what it is that's coming out.
"I don't know, it's Gloria's layaway. I just paged for her because no one was answering."
"well what's coming out."
"I don't know, it's not my layaway."
"You're not answering my question, and I'm not coming back there till you tell me exactly what it is that has to come out."
Russ also tells all of "his" stock guys that they don't have to lift anything that's under 45lbs. They don't have to do anything that one of the girls shouldn't be able to do. FUCK. YOU. RUSS.
*names have been changed
1. Russ. Boss at work. Not really MY boss, just an assistant manager. Total fucking ASSHOLE. Came to our store from another one to replace someone on medical leave. Sexist. Hordes stock guys like they're fucking little monopoly thimbles. I have a carry-out the day before thanksgiving, and because stock is working on a pre-holiday truck, Russ has to take out a dining set by himself. This is all my fault. It's my fault that there were no other stock guys scheduled off-truck to help out with carry outs and maintenance. It's my fault the carry out is a heavy dining set. It's my fault the customer decided to pick it up in the middle of a truck. It's my fault that no one can get a pallet-jack into the holding area because obviously I am the one piling furniture where it doesn't belong for the sake of abandoning it on a pile for someone else to deal with. It's all my fault that it got that way in the first place. FUCK. YOU. RUSS.
a half hour later there's another carry out--two things from the furniture-holding area. a coworker is processing the pick up and she's paging for Russ to come back and take it out. Russ isn't answering her pages, so I call again for her. Russ calls back wanting to know exactly what it is that's coming out.
"I don't know, it's Gloria's layaway. I just paged for her because no one was answering."
"well what's coming out."
"I don't know, it's not my layaway."
"You're not answering my question, and I'm not coming back there till you tell me exactly what it is that has to come out."
Russ also tells all of "his" stock guys that they don't have to lift anything that's under 45lbs. They don't have to do anything that one of the girls shouldn't be able to do. FUCK. YOU. RUSS.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Growing up
Lately, i don't know what's spurred it on, but my boyfriend's wife and i are talking. Really taking. Actually having conversations and interacting like--dare i say it: friends? Realizing eachothers non-monster existance is refreshing. Feminism is not a pipe dream.
Friday, October 22, 2010
1 confession (overdue)
i've been sleeping with my best friend, who happens to be my current guy's best friend. (like BESTEST BESTEST friend) what was a painfully close big-brother/little-sister relationship has grown into a full-on romantic and physical entanglement complete with illegitimate, erm, creationism. what started as a completely consensual three-way is now breaking off into three relationships and dissolving my best friend's marriage.
a few weeks ago i realized why i'm okay with sleeping with someone who's already married. MY boyfriend hurt me. He slept around with another girl, married her and even got her pregnant. We're together, but he's never officially broken it off with his other "wife". F can't hurt me. I think. It seems all well and good to have someone look after you when you're the other woman. Then he stopped going home. They only really text each other now and he says he's fallen for me. Really, it sounds less immature and more serious and hard to swallow in real life.
Maybe all along i've really felt like the other woman to my boyfriend. maybe...if i bring this up it would rupture the whole family.
a few weeks ago i realized why i'm okay with sleeping with someone who's already married. MY boyfriend hurt me. He slept around with another girl, married her and even got her pregnant. We're together, but he's never officially broken it off with his other "wife". F can't hurt me. I think. It seems all well and good to have someone look after you when you're the other woman. Then he stopped going home. They only really text each other now and he says he's fallen for me. Really, it sounds less immature and more serious and hard to swallow in real life.
Maybe all along i've really felt like the other woman to my boyfriend. maybe...if i bring this up it would rupture the whole family.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
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