2.) Laughing at what a sly dog you are. Possibly followed by sexy time.
3.) The slamming of aforementioned pizza box lid on your dick inside said pizza box followed by a punch to the top of the box where your junk resides. Sexy time usually will not follow.
The past two weeks have been pretty much the shittiest two weeks in the longest time. My car broke down and had to have it towed to my house, $140, then my mechanic's, $60. The next day I find out my car is dead as fuck and I hafta get a new whip. The next day my wallet is stolen and the motherfucker charges over $800 worth of shit at a bunch of gas stations. Then I had to plunk down three grand for another car. The next day I have to fire this douchebag at my store because he'd been stealing from me, so now I've been working all overnights and staying and doing the paperwork afterwards, basically 10pm to 10am-ish. I almost hired some lady, but of course she had felony convictions that she couldn't tell me about and had to wait until AFTER I got the background check back.
The past two weeks have been pretty much the shittiest two weeks in the longest time. My car broke down and had to have it towed to my house, $140, then my mechanic's, $60. The next day I find out my car is dead as fuck and I hafta get a new whip. The next day my wallet is stolen and the motherfucker charges over $800 worth of shit at a bunch of gas stations. Then I had to plunk down three grand for another car. The next day I have to fire this douchebag at my store because he'd been stealing from me, so now I've been working all overnights and staying and doing the paperwork afterwards, basically 10pm to 10am-ish. I almost hired some lady, but of course she had felony convictions that she couldn't tell me about and had to wait until AFTER I got the background check back.
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^FINE.
The past two weeks have been pretty much the shittiest two weeks in the longest time. My car broke down and had to have it towed to my house, $140, then my mechanic's, $60. The next day I find out my car is dead as fuck and I hafta get a new whip. The next day my wallet is stolen and the motherfucker charges over $800 worth of shit at a bunch of gas stations. Then I had to plunk down three grand for another car. The next day I have to fire this douchebag at my store because he'd been stealing from me, so now I've been working all overnights and staying and doing the paperwork afterwards, basically 10pm to 10am-ish. I almost hired some lady, but of course she had felony convictions that she couldn't tell me about and had to wait until AFTER I got the background check back.
At least the Yankees won the World Series, rit?
I was feeling some sympathy for you, until I read that last bit. Now I believe that what happened to you was an act of God. Because God hates the Yankees.
Haven't heard from Drake Center yet. I got a new plan. If I get turned down by them, then I will hunt for work around here, flipping burgers or cleaning up puke on the floor or whatever, until I either get a nursing job, or until I get an interview for the internship in Fort Myers. If I don't get the internship, I will still save up every penny and just move to Florida anyway.
Yeah man I'm a complete cock smoker. Hold on a sec, AFK have some dicks to suck brb.
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Next, one of three things will happen.
1.) Sexy Time.
2.) Laughing at what a sly dog you are. Possibly followed by sexy time.
3.) The slamming of aforementioned pizza box lid on your dick inside said pizza box followed by a punch to the top of the box where your junk resides. Sexy time usually will not follow.
Got a call from my favorite recruiter, the woman who has been scrounging to help me get stuff. She told me The Drake Center wasn't going to offer a position. They had less spots to fill than anticipated, and with fewer spots, they went with people who had...you guessed it...experience. She asked me about University, and I told her they turned me down. She even sounded exasperated and disappointed.
I guess I'm taking it better than my father. My mother called me while I was out with my friends to let me know that he had some colorful language to express the situation.