I got home about two hours ago (11:00pm PST). This was NOT part of tonight’s plan.
I used to have a “super cush” job working as a prep chef in a pretty well known local restaurant. Meaning that I was a (super-uber-fanfuckingtastic) prep/pantry chef that did more than expected and got in good with the owner and manager of a local restaurant and fenangled my way into some extra money by being a clean-freak/germaphobe and ass-loads of free alcohol. (Literally. Sometimes I woke up with the shits wondering how I got home because of “too much gratuity”)
But that all ended this past August when the owner of the establishment decided to fire every competent person on staff in the kitchen and decided to hire a few over-glorified (only by themselves) staff members in order to “spruce up the place”.
A quick lesson to those of you who had/have a boss like mine; NEVER send an email to said person written the way that you would speak to their face. It is not a good idea! I don’t care what the wine tells you. No matter how close you think you may be: you’re not.
It will end that career like a sparkler on a windy 4th of July evening, and make you want to write something like this. Spark. Spark. Fizzle. Done…
Anyway, I didn’t come here tonight to bitch about a job that I had that paid pretty well, that I hated and lost. I have a temporary one at the mall (thanks to my best friend’s husband being the manager of a sports store there [which is super interesting in and of itself. I'll tell you about all of that awesome next week.]) that will provide enough to barely skimp on Christmas presents for the kids and Manchild.
I really came to bitch about being the true Queen of Procrastination, and the fact that it is only three fucking days before Christmas, but I still only have the present from “Santa” for my three year old. And that’s only because I needed dog food one night, and happened to notice that they only had one left in stock of what she had asked for so I HAD to buy it.
*Fuck you, Tinkerbell and Periwinkle*
I’m sorry. When your toddler is SO excited to meet him, and only has ONE THING on her list for Santa, you HAVE to buy it, right?
Anyway – I work tomorrow at 8 am (PST). Which is really asking a lot from me. Most of you may look at this and say to yourself: “So effing what? I work 9-5 every day!)
Well, I’ll tell you what the effing big deal is! For the last 4 years, I have worked afternoon/evening shifts. If I have pants on AND am “functioning” that early in the day? Someone died, I just won the lottery, or I’m headed to court for some various misdemeanor/public nudity charge.
I don’t get caught very often, so usually, someone died and has an early wake. (Rude!)
I get off at 4ish (PST). So, if you enjoy my random ramblings and junk, and don’t follow me on The Twitter yet, you might want to. I’m, planning on taking a fully stocked flask (in the trunk, of course) to go last minute shopping with afterwards. The Manchild will be with me.
I will probably need shopping advice AND “sanity”. (I use that term loosely. By “sanity” I really mean completely nonsensical entertainment because he freaking sucks to shop with!)
SAVE MY SOUL by freeing up your evening for some random stupidity on the bird, won’t you?
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