Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Because I Am A Hardworking ... Worker Today, or rather yesterday, I refused to sell a puppy to one customer. I overheard him say awful things he would do to the puppy if God forbid he pooped on his Egyptian carpet, or not. There were many things more he said that I didn't like. Coincidentally, the puppy he wanted I named Poopy because he poops a lot. He splatters diarrhea like German Nazi fight planes splattered Poland with bombs. I told the guy the puppy wasn't checked for worms yet and hasn't been vaccinated. Liar liar. I said we are not allowed to sell them if they didn't get clearance from the vet. Yea, I can get creative when it comes to protecting my little buddies. Poopy then attempted to lick me. Frustrated man left. My coworker who overheard my conversation and my lies admitted that sometimes they do that to protect the animals (what an activist) but it should be kept a secret before my boss (what a hypocrite). I applied for a summer job (a little early if you ask me) at this computer place. I pretty much offered myself as a personal slave, just for little training in the computer world. Apparently, I'm overqualified for the job they were offering. I'm overqualifed to be a slave? Hmmm... For some reason I took that as subtle but major diss. I guess the whole summer I will have to go to my chem classes dressed in American Eagle preppy clothes that smell more like morning puppy poop and pee than some trendy American Eagle perfume.I love working two jobs and going to school... and all three having completely nothing in common.3:11 a.m. - March 26, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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