You can go to the grocery store and for something like 3 bucks get an emergency sewing kit with a couple of needles and about 4 colors of thread. Invest in it. Watch the link above. Make sure (if you haven't done this before) you actually use the little thimble or metal pad on your thumb, or you're going to hate life and bleed all over your shirt, and then you're FUBAR.
I love the Redskins and Dan Snyder is fucking with my serenity. He'll never sell the team and he'll likely outlive me. You can fire a bad coach or cut or trade a player, but what do you do with a terrible owner?
I agree that he made a harmless joke, and she shouldn't get upset about it. That being said, I didn't think your joke was too clever/witty, just very crude. But obviously we're a little at odds at the moment, so that probably sways my opinion.
Heated? hahahahahahahahahhaa When I get "heated" I post my phone number on the internet for all to see and famous actors (from crappy shows) call me. I forgot about this thread in about two seconds and went to look at some porn. haha.
westknob's post is funny because it is short and has a punch line. Yours was a long rant that had a mini punch line about not capitalizing the m in Mexico because it isn't a real country.
Let's see... My new assistant manager is a fucking retard who's been in te food business for 10-15 years(can't remember how long) he's been working here for 4 months now and still doesn't know how to do half of the shit he's supposed to like how to set up events and shit let alone when lunch rush comes... He can't make decisions by himself and needs to ask the actual manager if he can do shit like get change from the bank. He's close to getting fired but for whatever reason he's still here. I get attitude from 90% of the people I work with even though I help them whenever they need it. I woke up at 430 to work with my moron assistant manager who freaks out about every little thing along with my stick up his ass general manager who also likes to spazz all the time. I may have hurt my back when getting kegs ready for the course. I'm tired. I'm working the hot dog stand outside because some dumb bitch called in sick which was probably a hang over because she was fine yesterday. I'm quitting soon with no real plan of what I'm doing afterwards I just want to leave here before I have to depend on here all the time. I'm stressed the fuck out and I'm cold.... Right now fml....
cdub, where do you work? Hook a brother up on some lunch! And I am half Mexican and thought the printer story was very funny!
Langdon farms I already said I'd hook you up forever ago haha. Hey send me that info about the stuff you used to do whenever you get a chance yo!
I was told I'd find out if I'm being transferred to Hillsboro by Aug 31. It's Sept 25 and I still don't know. I have not bought basketball tix since I don't know what city I'll be in. My life is on hold waiting to find out. And I also have not received reimbursement check for expenses but absolutely have to pay my credit card bill by tomorrow so it won't be late. My TV can't receive the satellite signal and it takes 10 days to get a repair person out. I drove to Portland and to LA without a scratch; last Friday drove home from the grocery store and got rear ended. My car's whole rear, everything from the back doors onward, got smashed to hell and gone. The other driver's insurance pays but I am without my car for 3 weeks. I got a rental and it's uncomfortable and reeked so badly of some ghastly chemical cleaner I left it on the driveway with doors open from Monday night to Thursday AM when I finally needed it. I sprinkled baking soda in the car to get rid of the reek. The reason I was shopping for groceries on Friday instead of Thursday like I usually do is that last Thursday I spent 3 hours at the dentist getting a crown put on. I had a bear of a document to edit that by count took 9 hours work time to fix so now everything else at work is behind. And oh yes, my stepmother has terminal colon cancer.
they're trying to fuck with one of my local water holes! http://www.smdp.com/Articles-c-2009-09-20-62213.113116_Sports_bar_forced_to_scale_back.html
If your supervisor is fat, tell her she is a lazy fat heart attack waiting to happen whore who doesn't care enough about herself to stay healthy. If she says she isn't fat, tell her obese is close enough. Then smash her head into a nacho platter and tell her to eat until her artries clog. Then stop by a Jenny Craig and throw sausages at them for good measure. Then go to the local hospital and mock the patient during a double bypass surgery. Tell her that when I wrote this message to you telling you to call her a fat lazy heart attack waiting to happen whore that I had a hard time spelling obese because fat people don't deserve the time for me to run a spell check. Funny?
