yea, just got back from work, i snuck out 20 minutes early, like i always do, because there's nothing to do then anyway. yea, there was a big pile of bread i could have made into garlic bread, but i already swept and mopped and everything. i didn't want to clean again! can you blame me?
ok, now i'd like to commemorate someone who died today, jill's older sister jennie. i knew her, sorta, as my uncle married their mom. jennie was a really nice person as far as i knew, alot nicer than her younger sister, who was always really rude to everybody at family get-togethers. i haven't seen any of them lately, not since last december (2003) when jodi (their mom, kinda my aunt, i suppose, never really thought about it) died of cancer. i can't remember what kind of cancer though. anyway, no matter how much i don't particularly care for jill, i feel sorry for her. i mean, comon, her mom, then her big sister a year later. it's terrible how the world works that way. i also feel bad for jennie's daughter, mckenzie (um, i dunno if i spelled that right) who's a really cute lil' girl.
i just wanted to say that, even though nobody visits my blog, so nobody's gonna read it anyway, but i'm still here typing all the same. i guess i'm just weird like that. i talk to myself.
k, um...... well, we have a basketball game tomorrow night. o boy, i'm so excited! i get to sit and do NOTHING for over an hour!! of course, that's what i do here, but there i don't have a tv or computer. i wonder, why is it that the people from last year's senior class come and play at the basketball games? for example, tim has come to every game, football and basketball, save for one. i find that strange, and i would start ragging on tim right now, but he's not gonna read it, so there would be no point. besides, i'm not that good at ragging on tim anyway. i'm better at ragging on chris or joe. or pix, he's so easy to make fun of, it's great :D
have you ever wondered why it is guys are insulted to be called "boys" when they reach a certain age, but girls aren't? though come to think of it, it's insulting when you call a middle aged woman a girl. my old boss did that to the librarians one time. he called them "the girls" i dunno, that just struck me as odd, almost degrading (for them). of course my boss was really weird to begin with. i was the first girl he hired and he had been working as library director for two years prior to my employment. he insisted on hiring boys, because they could life heavy stuff (which would only be boxes of books at a library, nothing else is really heavy. except that piano we had to carry across the room to the elevator, somehow fit it into the elevator, then carry it across the downstairs to the auditorium. but that wasn't any of the guys, it was only me and anne there that day. that sounds weird "me and anne" i'm anne, but so is she, and i'm getting off topic.) i think it was my ex-supervisor dillon who said that my old boss hired boys so he could watch them carry heavy stuff. pretty disturbing, i know, but we all came to the conclusion that he was gay early on. not that i have anything against gay guys, but geez, my boss was old (white hair) and and had a bit of a pot belly, and he was almost as short as me. this is kinda mean of me to be saying, even though i always tell people these stories, but for some odd reason, my conscience is catching up with me on this one. well, i'd just like to add that dillon was my ex-supervisor because he got fired for smoking pot in the storage room. and soon after (or maybe it was slightly before) another guy who worked with me got fired for trying to make a fake id with the color copier. puts so much faith in the youth of plattsmouth, doesn't it? they were both in college, but that's still considered "youth." now pat works as a bartender at keno. i found out from sarah, who works there as a hostess (or something like that, i can't remember)
yea, well, enough of me boring my non-existant readers. closing once again with some words to keep in mind:
Teamwork is essential; it lets you blame someone else.
No comments:
Post a Comment