Saturday, September 28, 2002

Whoops. Did you see those big huge "STOLEN FROM DARKNESS.COM" banners in place of the images? Nothing like using available server space for your own sorry gains. Assholes.

Thursday, September 26, 2002

Have you checked out Megan's deserted journal lately? Erin must've linked all the images from another site.

Tuesday, September 17, 2002

Nobody likes to talk around here anymore.

Erin and I are going to Colorado (yay, Colorado) again with the fam on Friday. Coming back on Monday. Gots another wedding.

Saturday, September 07, 2002

I found out today that I was passed over for the job featuring decent hours. Yeah. Some chick who was in good with my previous supervisor has already been hired for the job--I didn't even get a fucking interview! Yeah, so now this chick who knows absofuckinglutely nothing about the job will be working the hours that I want and I'm going to have to look at her fucking smug face for the next however many months. goddamnit.

Thursday, September 05, 2002

Wednesday afternnon while I was at work one of the ladies that I normally get extra work from dropped off some stuff for me to do. I didn't have time since Wednesday was such a hectic fucking day that I left the work for the evening receptionist. When I was leaving on Wed. the even. receptionist came in, sat down, and then proceeded to answer the telephone. I didn't tell her that there was stuff to do, I just assumed she would look for herself and do the work. I was way off.

On Thursday when I returned to work, all the same shit was in our box still. Some of it was marked top priority. Why couldn't the stupid Jean ass bitch do the damn work. So she works another eight hour job, it was her decision to join up and work this job too. That means that she should actually do something the couple nights that she works. It pisses me off.
Usually when I'm at work I get the work done right away and then I generally fuck around on the net. What in holy hell does she end up doing? She must just fucking sit at the front and read her books or something. To me that is not good customer service skills. To her it's probably another Corissa explanation. I worked eight hours already today. I can't work anymore. I'll just sit on my ass and say that I've done enough.

In the words of Charlie Brown, AAGH!

Okay. I updated the layout so the stupid graphic isn't broken anymore. And you know what? I think my internet will work for the first time, ever! Yay! No more getting disconnected for me! woot!