MONDAY: Dis bitch be all about doing all normal work. Except it's been amazing fucking weather all the time instead. In fact, it's been so goddamn good I've got tanlines from my t-shirt, and it looks bad. Talk more to my crazay co-worker, who was even more playful today. It was hard to dismiss her, but I did so successfully... I thought. Then, we're on our way to the lunch hut, and we're 4 people who're going in a van with 2 seats. Needless to say, we ended up really cramped, with my co-worker sitting next to me. A few minutes after going, she changes her mind and just says she'll sit on my lap. She doesn't even ask, lol. All this time, I'm thinking "ohgoddontdontdontdont!!getabonerdontgetabonerdontgetabonerdontgetabonerdontgetabonerdontgetabonerdo
ntgetaboner" As I think back to it now, I wonder how I saved myself out of this inevitable situation without getting a boner (it was torture...)
TUESDAY: So today is also another regular day of work. And guess what? She decides to sit on my lap again! Except this time, she doesn't even ask or say anything, she just does it. Afterwards, I call my fashioncore cousin up and talk to him. He tells me he has a present for me, and that I could pick it up at his place. So I go home, shower my workload off, and go to his place. What he decided to give me was a freaking METALTOWN 2011 poster! I was in Metaltown this year, and I couldn't find ANY of them there. He then told me they went for about 50 dollars, so he got one for me. Thinking he always was a douchebag fashioncore, I change my mind and realize he is family... But that would be too much of a happy ending, right? He gives me the catch: I gotta go jog with him, 6 km with 4 km of heavy terrain. I decided it may as well be worth it. What I held back from him, however, was that I had no lunch that day because it went spoiled in the fridge, I had only 2 hours of sleep, and the heavy labor and sun had chewed up most of my powers. I don't remember much from the jogging, but I recall my sister calling me angrily and forcing me to come home just as we finish. So I go home, and my sister is all angry because she wants to go out and doesn't have a train ticket or anyone to go with. I explain to her calmly that I've jogged, had lack of sleep, no lunch and hard work all day, and that I could use a break. Turned out that wasn't good enough, so she dragged me out to town. We eventually crashed into a McD, and met my mom there. When she got there, I fell asleep, so they tell me to go home. On my way home, I almost miss the station, because I'm dozed off on the train. As I get home, I meet my dad, say hi, walk to my room, and FINALLY GO TO FUCKING BED!
Tuesday/Wednesday (Sometime in-between, can't remember): My parents woke me out of my much needed slumber and tell me dinner's ready. I fly up, and I realize something is VERY wrong: My body is full of hurt, my head hurts, my nose is stuffed, my throat won't even let me talk, and my eyes burn, as does my forehead.... FUCK, I'M SICK! I didn't even get midway through the week without getting sick. As I sit to eat dinner with everyone, I realize that they are all very concerned for me. So I told them I made up my mind: despite being sick, I'd be working. I got told it was a suicide mission, but also GLHF. Go back to sleep after.
WEDNESDAY: My coworker tell me she's going to Spain tomorrow. She seemed kind of down about it. Didn't exactly motivate me, because we had a crapton of extra work because of people partying EXTRA BITCHIN HARD last night. One of my friends texted my brother "I feel bad for whoever's cleaning up the park tomorrow" then night before. I wished he'd warned me. I think I found 4 lighters too.
THURSDAY: Girl's gone, and there's only EVEN MORE trash than yesterday, and I feel even worse. I started seeing blur after a while. I keep reminding myself: "PUSH IT! IT'S JUST ONE MORE DAY!". As I thought this, some blessing from above came: The godlike-boobs-topless girl from my last blog walked past us. I did not even pass up my chance to talk to her. We chatted a bit, and I asked her slowly on why she was there, all topless to the worlds enjoyment. It's funny how we both could laugh it off as it was nothing then. She was incredibly nice, but I didn't catch her name nor her number.
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FRIDAY: By now, I realized that out of the 11 people hired for work, only 6 remained now, meaning we lost almost HALF our workforce, due to the employees being incompetent fucks. At least this disgrace was rewarded by a much more chill day, with a bit of drizzle and a LOT LESS trash. My work through sickness, loneliness, anger, and fatigue eventually gets rewarded in physical form: I find a pair of REAL Ray Bans lying on a bench. I checked them thoroughly, and asked some very knowledgeable people of their authenticity, and got it confirmed legit.
Conclusion: Working was okay. Working there sucked: the employees could not take care of themselves, and restrictive laws made the work much longer than needed, and eventually highly ineffective.
TL;DR: GIRL SITS ON MY LAP, TWICE!
Later,
Ace Faith~
ntgetaboner" As I think back to it now, I wonder how I saved myself out of this inevitable situation without getting a boner (it was torture...)
TUESDAY: So today is also another regular day of work. And guess what? She decides to sit on my lap again! Except this time, she doesn't even ask or say anything, she just does it. Afterwards, I call my fashioncore cousin up and talk to him. He tells me he has a present for me, and that I could pick it up at his place. So I go home, shower my workload off, and go to his place. What he decided to give me was a freaking METALTOWN 2011 poster! I was in Metaltown this year, and I couldn't find ANY of them there. He then told me they went for about 50 dollars, so he got one for me. Thinking he always was a douchebag fashioncore, I change my mind and realize he is family... But that would be too much of a happy ending, right? He gives me the catch: I gotta go jog with him, 6 km with 4 km of heavy terrain. I decided it may as well be worth it. What I held back from him, however, was that I had no lunch that day because it went spoiled in the fridge, I had only 2 hours of sleep, and the heavy labor and sun had chewed up most of my powers. I don't remember much from the jogging, but I recall my sister calling me angrily and forcing me to come home just as we finish. So I go home, and my sister is all angry because she wants to go out and doesn't have a train ticket or anyone to go with. I explain to her calmly that I've jogged, had lack of sleep, no lunch and hard work all day, and that I could use a break. Turned out that wasn't good enough, so she dragged me out to town. We eventually crashed into a McD, and met my mom there. When she got there, I fell asleep, so they tell me to go home. On my way home, I almost miss the station, because I'm dozed off on the train. As I get home, I meet my dad, say hi, walk to my room, and FINALLY GO TO FUCKING BED!
Tuesday/Wednesday (Sometime in-between, can't remember): My parents woke me out of my much needed slumber and tell me dinner's ready. I fly up, and I realize something is VERY wrong: My body is full of hurt, my head hurts, my nose is stuffed, my throat won't even let me talk, and my eyes burn, as does my forehead.... FUCK, I'M SICK! I didn't even get midway through the week without getting sick. As I sit to eat dinner with everyone, I realize that they are all very concerned for me. So I told them I made up my mind: despite being sick, I'd be working. I got told it was a suicide mission, but also GLHF. Go back to sleep after.
WEDNESDAY: My coworker tell me she's going to Spain tomorrow. She seemed kind of down about it. Didn't exactly motivate me, because we had a crapton of extra work because of people partying EXTRA BITCHIN HARD last night. One of my friends texted my brother "I feel bad for whoever's cleaning up the park tomorrow" then night before. I wished he'd warned me. I think I found 4 lighters too.
THURSDAY: Girl's gone, and there's only EVEN MORE trash than yesterday, and I feel even worse. I started seeing blur after a while. I keep reminding myself: "PUSH IT! IT'S JUST ONE MORE DAY!". As I thought this, some blessing from above came: The godlike-boobs-topless girl from my last blog walked past us. I did not even pass up my chance to talk to her. We chatted a bit, and I asked her slowly on why she was there, all topless to the worlds enjoyment. It's funny how we both could laugh it off as it was nothing then. She was incredibly nice, but I didn't catch her name nor her number.
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FRIDAY: By now, I realized that out of the 11 people hired for work, only 6 remained now, meaning we lost almost HALF our workforce, due to the employees being incompetent fucks. At least this disgrace was rewarded by a much more chill day, with a bit of drizzle and a LOT LESS trash. My work through sickness, loneliness, anger, and fatigue eventually gets rewarded in physical form: I find a pair of REAL Ray Bans lying on a bench. I checked them thoroughly, and asked some very knowledgeable people of their authenticity, and got it confirmed legit.
Conclusion: Working was okay. Working there sucked: the employees could not take care of themselves, and restrictive laws made the work much longer than needed, and eventually highly ineffective.
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ictures of the week]
An technology store was promoting Windows products. I saw one of the workers aggresively marketing all Live software products, by showing how it's better than Facebook by going onto Facebook using live..... <.< Go figure...
Something me and my dad found in the liquor store yesterday. He's 54, and rarely uses the internet, and even he found it funny.
ictures of the week]
An technology store was promoting Windows products. I saw one of the workers aggresively marketing all Live software products, by showing how it's better than Facebook by going onto Facebook using live..... <.< Go figure...
Something me and my dad found in the liquor store yesterday. He's 54, and rarely uses the internet, and even he found it funny.
TL;DR: GIRL SITS ON MY LAP, TWICE!
Later,
Ace Faith~
