OK, so I don't have that job anymore. Fuck you!!!! (No, I'm not pissed, not pissed at all.) I called that ass 14 times today, and left 4 messages. I get the point that he's not going to give me the job, but still, he could have at least returned my calls to tell me in person. He dicked me around for almost a month telling me I had the position, even going so far as to say I was going to start on Tuesday, then Wednesday due to the weather. And now I don't have the job? His reasoning is I should have found some way to get my drug test on Monday. Excuse me for living in a place where the landlords are so fucking lazy they don't even mow their own lawn, let alone shovel snow (I refuse to shovel snow, especially the whole fucking driveway which they use as well. That's why I pay rent.) Excuse me for having a LeBaron that got stuck in the snow because it's so low to the ground. Excuse me for not wanting to kill my car in order to take your precious fucking drug test. I repeat, fuck you!!!!
On a much happier note, my Quad sole collection just added a new member today. I'll get a pic of the newest addition when they arrive. I took some better pics of some of my shoes; most of the newer pairs were photographed with my dying Polaroid cam. My HP is so much more kickass! I'll get those pics on my site tonight.
Seriously, fuck you!!
Going to Roadhouse tomorrow for dinner; I feel a bowl of French Onion soup coming into my near future. I would like to hit West Point Market for dinner, but they don't have French Onion soup, so poopie head on them.
Oh Christ, the seller of my new Quads just emailed me the name of the site he bought them on. Good lord, here we go. LOL
NO SELF CONTROL AT ALL!!
I think I'm going to get a full refund on the Camper Scissors Twin shoes. The guy sent me the wrong fucking size, again. Grrrrrr! At least he's offering to refund me, so it's not $65 down the drain. I can pay for my new Quads and still come out on top!
Why have I started eating my tongue during the night. It's all mangled and shit now. Ugh!
It was hella warm today, and I was stuck the house waiting on Joe Don (not his real name; that's what I call the ass) to call. I guess it's supposed to be warm tomorrow as well, so that's good!
I see the ear, nose and throat specialist tomorrow. Since my CT Scan came out fine, I was referred to this dude to find out what's doing with my boogery nose. I know, such an overshare. I have to be there at 10AM, so I should be fine with the 7AM bladder wake-up call. I'll set my alarm for 8:15 just in case. Seriously, I wake up to pee every morning at 7AM on the dot! Sometimes earlier, but most of the time 7AM on the dot. Then the fucking kids scream, yell and thump so I can't go back to sleep. Damn!
Nighty!
