hobo's and ho's

Adding to my plethora of nicknames, (to protect the innocent, of course!) I wanted to add SFC. Or Stupid Fucking Cunt, I know I already have a SFB but I think saving the Cunt for this girl is totally appropriate. Satan can back me up on this one; after all she called Satan orange once. Hooker! But this is what she did today that was even kind of shady for her low standards. She wants to sign my boss’s birthday card. Now you might be thinking that I am a Grade A Bitch for complaining about this, but the way she went about it pissed me off! When I asked her if she wanted to do something or contribute to the day we have planned (sherbet floats, taco dip & chips, cookies and awesome) she said “No, I’m going out of town this weekend for Valentines day with my boyfriend. I wont have any money to give. We’re going to Duluth to a bed and breakfast. I’m so excited!” I think it takes some sort of balls to refuse bringing or making something for your boss’s birthday, but to still ask to sign her card? I honestly don’t care if she signs it, but the way she refused was classic. Sorry I had to get that off my chest!

Today is dragging. The highlight of my day was yelling at a homeless person. I know that I’m a horrible person, I’m trying to change! Ok, that was another lie. I’m not trying to change. I really don’t care what people think of me. But today I was provoked. I did nothing to him; think he was a little unstable to begin with. To be fair he called me a fucking bitch more than once. All I alluded to was that his drinking made him lose his family. Is that so wrong? He even had a bottle in a paper bag near by. He didn’t really say much after I said that, I may have hit the nail with the hammer on that one. I think he might have said I was a bitch again but by that point I was halfway to my car. If I get off tonight and see him waiting by my car I will shit. I’m going to have to be more careful.

Controlling my anger is a goal of mine; I think I need calming words to recite as a mantra or something. Maybe Drinking, Shopping, & Fucking. Why do I feel like saying “Lions, tigers and bears, oh my!” Maybe that’d be a good one. I think I’ll have to think a little harder on this one. It has to be perfect to calm me down; I tend to stutter when I get angry. Oh and turn red. High blood pressure runs in my family. So does every other disease known to man, but we all have to die sometime, right?

Four hours to go; let’s see if I can make it. I still have to makes cookies and dip tonight. Why do I always get stuck doing most of the work? If I get fired on Friday I’m demanding a refund for the festivities. Fuckers!