(Comic Book Guy voice) WORST WEEK EVER.
Sunday: Uneventful. The calm before the storm.
Monday: Overslept. Even though I wasn't late, my parents said that if my dad hadn't woken me up I would have been late and grounded me for the week. Because I MIGHT have been late, even though I wasn't.
Tuesday: Had the day off. Also uneventful.
Wednesday: General shitty day at work... I should have blogged this earlier; I can't remember anything that happened at work, but it definitely sucked. Busy as hell. And then I got home from work and my mom informed me that my dad has cancer.
Yes, I said fucking cancer.
Don't flood my haloscan account with sympathy notes; as things stand right now he's not going to die. The biggest threat is the loss of, ahem, manly functions (it's prostate cancer). Not that I'm downplaying that at all, but he's not on his deathbed. It's 100% curable and hasn't spread. The thing that sucks (besides the fact that he's going to have to go through radiation and have to use a catheter for three days through three weeks depending on the type of radiation therapy they use) is that Cedar Point most likely will not happen... I was looking forward to going there this year with Dad and Colin, and here's fucking cancer. God damn it.
Thursday: Today I had to be at work at 6:00 AM... I woke up at about 6:30. I got to work at 7ish and it was busy as hell. Evaldas had been running and presenting for both drive-thru and front counter. I felt like SHIT.
Friday: Worked at Center Stage with Erin who is uber-cool (she likes the same music I do- we listened to Skinny Puppy, Lost Highway soundtrack, Orgy, and Coal Chamber all day XD ), and Colin stopped by to visit on his break since we haven't been able to see each other all damn week. Lots of stuff to price and put away. It's getting dark as hell in the store with all the crap hanging from the ceiling blocking the lights.
Saturday (today): DEAR FUCKING GOD.
I got a new clock radio on Wednesday... today I was woken up by "All My Life" by Foo Fighters. I HATE THAT SONG SO FUCKING MUCH.
I worked at Center Stage 10-3 today with Jacleen from school (I got her the job there) and priced more stuff that we had no room for... we now have three boxes of plastic tommy guns in the back room, which is stuffed full as it is. A couple of suits came in and asked for FOUR HUNDRED PLASTIC HARD HATS. FOUR FUCKING HUNDRED. By THURSDAY. We had ONE in stock, and the plastic-pretend-hard-hat people are closed on weekends so we can't call them until Monday, and they (the suits) wanted something custom on the hats (I couldn't hear, I was putting Statue of Liberty hats up on the other side of the store) but couldn't exactly tell what they wanted. URRRGH.
I hustled out of there at 3 so I could get to work at McDonald's at 4... and then I found out that I had read the wrong person's schedule and wasn't supposed to be in until 5. Whoopee, a fucking THREE HOUR SHIFT.
So I get back at 5, and it is DEAD. No one there. I was about to ask to get off early when Evaldas put me in drive-thru to present. Then he took a break and all hell broke loose.
I swear, if this fucking dumbtard doesn't learn to schedule, I am going to get everyone who has had to wait ten fucking minutes for a CHEESEBURGER and whoop me some Lithuanian ass. He's been doing schedules for two months now and can't seem to figure out that we need more than one person on counter, one person taking DT orders, one person running AND presenting for DT, and two people in grill (putting burgers together and stuff) while he sits on his lily-white ass and munches his Select Strips. (Those are dry as fuck. Don't get them.) And wouldn't you guess that we had a SHIT TON of huge-ass orders today... orders like 5 Big Macs and 3 grilled-chicken sandwiches. There were two people putting sandwiches together and cooking the meat. There's supposed to be 10 or so. I about hit the God damn roof when Evaldas sent one of them off on break. I don't know what the blue hell is wrong with this guy, but he needs to realize that serving off an order before it's even been assembled does NOT make the process go faster even though the times look better on the computer. It makes it take LONGER because the drive-thru person (me) doesn't know what the polka-dotted fuck goes in each order and the grill people don't know we still need the food, so I have to yell back and tell them in my broken-ass Spanish that we still need the damn double cheeseburger even though Evaldas is un pinche we (I think that's how you spell that) and already served it off. I have never actually felt bad about going home before... I don't even want to think about how bad it is back there. Poor grill people.
Sorry about the lack of updates... (grovel grovel) I'M SORRYYYY!!111!!!11!eleventy!!111! I do better next time. And happy birfday to mah homie Cassie Spelbring in Belleville... happy 16th, beeyatch. X3 I lost your number so I'll send you a birthday email right now. T_T I sowwy.
(Edited at 9:20ish) I haven't been posting due to the fact that I am semi-grounded off the comp... I accidentally shut off the anti-virus when I was checking my email. Whoops.
Oh yeah... fucking Gaia... always fucked up.... Lanzer, fix your fucking crippled servers before you go add more shit. Christ on a cracker. This isn't difficult.
Monday: Overslept. Even though I wasn't late, my parents said that if my dad hadn't woken me up I would have been late and grounded me for the week. Because I MIGHT have been late, even though I wasn't.
Tuesday: Had the day off. Also uneventful.
Wednesday: General shitty day at work... I should have blogged this earlier; I can't remember anything that happened at work, but it definitely sucked. Busy as hell. And then I got home from work and my mom informed me that my dad has cancer.
Yes, I said fucking cancer.
Don't flood my haloscan account with sympathy notes; as things stand right now he's not going to die. The biggest threat is the loss of, ahem, manly functions (it's prostate cancer). Not that I'm downplaying that at all, but he's not on his deathbed. It's 100% curable and hasn't spread. The thing that sucks (besides the fact that he's going to have to go through radiation and have to use a catheter for three days through three weeks depending on the type of radiation therapy they use) is that Cedar Point most likely will not happen... I was looking forward to going there this year with Dad and Colin, and here's fucking cancer. God damn it.
Thursday: Today I had to be at work at 6:00 AM... I woke up at about 6:30. I got to work at 7ish and it was busy as hell. Evaldas had been running and presenting for both drive-thru and front counter. I felt like SHIT.
Friday: Worked at Center Stage with Erin who is uber-cool (she likes the same music I do- we listened to Skinny Puppy, Lost Highway soundtrack, Orgy, and Coal Chamber all day XD ), and Colin stopped by to visit on his break since we haven't been able to see each other all damn week. Lots of stuff to price and put away. It's getting dark as hell in the store with all the crap hanging from the ceiling blocking the lights.
Saturday (today): DEAR FUCKING GOD.
I got a new clock radio on Wednesday... today I was woken up by "All My Life" by Foo Fighters. I HATE THAT SONG SO FUCKING MUCH.
I worked at Center Stage 10-3 today with Jacleen from school (I got her the job there) and priced more stuff that we had no room for... we now have three boxes of plastic tommy guns in the back room, which is stuffed full as it is. A couple of suits came in and asked for FOUR HUNDRED PLASTIC HARD HATS. FOUR FUCKING HUNDRED. By THURSDAY. We had ONE in stock, and the plastic-pretend-hard-hat people are closed on weekends so we can't call them until Monday, and they (the suits) wanted something custom on the hats (I couldn't hear, I was putting Statue of Liberty hats up on the other side of the store) but couldn't exactly tell what they wanted. URRRGH.
I hustled out of there at 3 so I could get to work at McDonald's at 4... and then I found out that I had read the wrong person's schedule and wasn't supposed to be in until 5. Whoopee, a fucking THREE HOUR SHIFT.
So I get back at 5, and it is DEAD. No one there. I was about to ask to get off early when Evaldas put me in drive-thru to present. Then he took a break and all hell broke loose.
I swear, if this fucking dumbtard doesn't learn to schedule, I am going to get everyone who has had to wait ten fucking minutes for a CHEESEBURGER and whoop me some Lithuanian ass. He's been doing schedules for two months now and can't seem to figure out that we need more than one person on counter, one person taking DT orders, one person running AND presenting for DT, and two people in grill (putting burgers together and stuff) while he sits on his lily-white ass and munches his Select Strips. (Those are dry as fuck. Don't get them.) And wouldn't you guess that we had a SHIT TON of huge-ass orders today... orders like 5 Big Macs and 3 grilled-chicken sandwiches. There were two people putting sandwiches together and cooking the meat. There's supposed to be 10 or so. I about hit the God damn roof when Evaldas sent one of them off on break. I don't know what the blue hell is wrong with this guy, but he needs to realize that serving off an order before it's even been assembled does NOT make the process go faster even though the times look better on the computer. It makes it take LONGER because the drive-thru person (me) doesn't know what the polka-dotted fuck goes in each order and the grill people don't know we still need the food, so I have to yell back and tell them in my broken-ass Spanish that we still need the damn double cheeseburger even though Evaldas is un pinche we (I think that's how you spell that) and already served it off. I have never actually felt bad about going home before... I don't even want to think about how bad it is back there. Poor grill people.
Sorry about the lack of updates... (grovel grovel) I'M SORRYYYY!!111!!!11!eleventy!!111! I do better next time. And happy birfday to mah homie Cassie Spelbring in Belleville... happy 16th, beeyatch. X3 I lost your number so I'll send you a birthday email right now. T_T I sowwy.
(Edited at 9:20ish) I haven't been posting due to the fact that I am semi-grounded off the comp... I accidentally shut off the anti-virus when I was checking my email. Whoops.
Oh yeah... fucking Gaia... always fucked up.... Lanzer, fix your fucking crippled servers before you go add more shit. Christ on a cracker. This isn't difficult.
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