Boy, all this financial trouble sure sounds bad. It's really a good thing I'll only be marginally affected--wait, what is that you say? Goldman Sachs?!?
Shit, you here that screaming whoooshing sound? Yeah, that's the sound of my 401K dropping into an abyss!
Mother-fucker!
Well, let's hope the Sach sacks-up; because, if I have to live much more frugally, I'll be eating dirt and drinking my own pee.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Whiskey and Wage-release*
Drinking fist-fulls of Jameson and paying bills online is probably not the best of combinations, but it takes a bit of the pain out of it.
*"Wage-release" is the new hep way of saying, "paying bills."
Actually, it isn't, but I think it should be the new way. Please start blogging it this way, and linking back to this post: this might gain my some micro-cewebrity LOL.
(and, yes, I'm re-posting this to my Tumblr to expand my Internet-cred... Bah!)
*"Wage-release" is the new hep way of saying, "paying bills."
Actually, it isn't, but I think it should be the new way. Please start blogging it this way, and linking back to this post: this might gain my some micro-cewebrity LOL.
(and, yes, I'm re-posting this to my Tumblr to expand my Internet-cred... Bah!)
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Yeah, what he said.
Even if you're feeling negative, at least you feel something at all, right?
Or, we could go back to here.
Aw, just feeling a bit tipsy and moody, move along, nothing to see here...
Or, we could go back to here.
Aw, just feeling a bit tipsy and moody, move along, nothing to see here...
Thursday, September 04, 2008
If the clothes make the man
I just walked by a large mirror in my apartment, and made the mistake of looking into it, at what I am wearing:
- my old, large black lounging-around-not-leaving-the apartment glasses
- a spring/summer black robe covered in cat hair (thank you, Lilly)
- Guinness string sleepwear pants (again, with the cat hair)
- no socks
- blue slippers that are falling apart
- and a white t-shirt with a hole in the collar, with picture of a green iguana crawling across a print of a pocket (bought over a decade ago in some Salvation Army Store)
Apparently, I have given up all hope.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
I Believe Elton John Said It Best,
When he sang, "The Bitch is Back"
That's right, ladies and gentleman! The one, the only, the evil, the thieving, the worst manager ever:
BOSS FRANTIC!
[I'll pause while you all catch up on those links to the past.]
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--- hmm-hmm-hmmmhmm
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Okay.
As some of you may know, my part time job is closing at its current location near the end of October, and then it'll move a couple of store fronts down to a larger location.
The Company is going for a bit of an overlap process. While the Croatian Gyration Sensation takes over as Closing-the-Store Manager (she's a floor supervisor now), "they're" bringing in Boss Frantic to act as a Guide or some shit while our current cool Store Manager goes off somewhere for Larger Store Training.
Luckily, I only work a couple of nights a week and Sundays; so, maybe I'll not see her. In any event, the two months or so I may have to work with her will just be like living with a two month Bowel Obstruction: livable, a lot of pain in the ass and a horrific yellowy brown smell in the air, but livable.
With my luck, "they'll" bring back Evil Fannie, too.
I mean, really, all I need is an arrest for assault with a deadly weapon to completely make 2008 a total and official Crap Year.
Boss Frantic and Evil Fannie, I, begrudgingly*, dedicate the below video to you:
*begrudgingly because putting this (one of my favorite songs of all times) and their names in the same sentence is like taking one's favorite deserts and shoving it into a large pile of pig shit.
But, the words aptly sum up my feelings for both of them.
Cheers!
That's right, ladies and gentleman! The one, the only, the evil, the thieving, the worst manager ever:
BOSS FRANTIC!
[I'll pause while you all catch up on those links to the past.]
---
--- hmm-hmm-hmmmhmm
---
Okay.
As some of you may know, my part time job is closing at its current location near the end of October, and then it'll move a couple of store fronts down to a larger location.
The Company is going for a bit of an overlap process. While the Croatian Gyration Sensation takes over as Closing-the-Store Manager (she's a floor supervisor now), "they're" bringing in Boss Frantic to act as a Guide or some shit while our current cool Store Manager goes off somewhere for Larger Store Training.
Luckily, I only work a couple of nights a week and Sundays; so, maybe I'll not see her. In any event, the two months or so I may have to work with her will just be like living with a two month Bowel Obstruction: livable, a lot of pain in the ass and a horrific yellowy brown smell in the air, but livable.
With my luck, "they'll" bring back Evil Fannie, too.
I mean, really, all I need is an arrest for assault with a deadly weapon to completely make 2008 a total and official Crap Year.
Boss Frantic and Evil Fannie, I, begrudgingly*, dedicate the below video to you:
*begrudgingly because putting this (one of my favorite songs of all times) and their names in the same sentence is like taking one's favorite deserts and shoving it into a large pile of pig shit.
But, the words aptly sum up my feelings for both of them.
Cheers!
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