Work, Baseball Strikes, and Puppies.
Well yesterday was pretty hectic, at work anyway. I made a few minor mistakes, got blamed accidentally for something I didn’t do, which was later straightened out. So I wasn’t very happy about that. But today I did everything right, and even impressed myself with how well I handled things. So yeah, I’m definitely keeping this job.
One of the girls who works there, her husband is apparently harassing her a lot. She recently left him because he’s a -fucking- -asshole-. He tried to hit her with a truck the other day. He called in today (before I knew about all of this) and asked if she was working. Luckily she wasn’t, so he asked if we could give him her number because she just recently moved out. I -knew- you weren’t supposed to give out personal information about people, but because this was her husband, and I didn’t know the situation, I wasn’t sure. So I asked my supervisor, who of course said that I shouldn’t. I told the guy that and he got all pissed off and asked to talk to my supervisor and then started cussing her out on the phone. Psh, drama. Asshole, let him talk to me again and see what happens.
That one cat that was in ICU and looked really pathetic was apparently taken home. His name is Bally. I’m pretty pissed off about it. He’s obviously completely miserable, and I still almost tear up when I remember what he looked like in that oxygen tank. They should just put him down, but people will do what is best for them and not their animals. Blech.
I was watching the news about all this baseball strike crap that will supposidly happen. I’m sorry but that shit pisses me off too. I mean what the fuck, do they not make enough millions already? And now they want more? It’s really sick when my father and I can sit here and scrounge for food, and you have people on the streets living in cardboard boxes, yet these fucking baseball players can demand more money? For playing a -game- that my 2 year old cousin could play. Makes me sick. To hell with the World Series, I’ll be damned if I ever watch Baseball again.
We had a big funeral not far from here today, the first woman officer in Maryland to ever die in the line of duty. A shame, but she’ll always be remembered.
So by my little tracker thingy here…..I have at least two local people reading my journal regularly. One with a carr.org IP address, and another with a comcast.md IP address. Do I know you people? Drop me a line or something 
Speaking of people, this whore-bitch from highschool came into work today to apply as a receptionist too (we’re short a decent number so we need a few more). I had to laugh because this girl used to try and give me a lot of shit in highschool. I don’t know why, I never did anything to her, but she was a bitch to everyone so I don’t think I was special. Everyone at work was making fun of her make-up because she looked absolutely ridiculous. Like a 5 gallon bucket worth of crap on her face. Blech. I don’t think she’ll get the job. I’m better at it anyway.
Trying to decide on what breed puppy I want to get, if I can. So far I’m trying to decide between a Pug, or a Min Pin (Miniature Pincher).
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3 Responses to “Work, Baseball Strikes, and Puppies.”
August 28th, 2002 at 1:39 pm
i like everything about this place. <3
August 28th, 2002 at 7:09 pm
I am so happy that you are having a good time with your new job! I would not be able to handle it, I can’t bear the thought of animals in any kind of pain or being in cages or anything of that sort.
That baseball thing… ehh I think a lot of these sport deals are insane, they need MILLIONS to play with a ball? What about teachers or doctors or perhaps spending those millions, like you mentioned, on those having financial problems.
About a dog, what exactly IS a pincher?
August 28th, 2002 at 8:34 pm
Doberman Pincher (sp?)
I’m trying to think of any famous ones, but can’t.
http://www.dogsaver.org/doberman/
There are two sizes (that I know of), the large size that everyone knows about, and then the Miniature ones, which are actually the original ones.