Everything Bytes

A post of total randomness that may get tied together at the end, or may not.

1. I frickin love my iphone. I will never be bored at Dmv, or anywhere again. Everyone should get one, now. Thanks.

2. Work is okay except my new manager doesn't like giving us our two days off in a row. So my days off are random, and never together. And my day off tomorrow consists of a two hour meeting right in the middle of being off. Seriously disrupting my drinking time.

3. You never know how much you love hot water until you don't have it. Co0ld showers suck. And no matter how much you try to grin and bear it, ice cold water is painful.

4. Apartment hunting with "questionable" credit is difficuly. Thanks to my ex for helping assist me in ruining my credit.

5. Thank you life for letting me get a new number when I got my iphone, as my ex now no longer has my number. Peace and quiet at last.

6. People are in general stupid. No story, just that.

7. Stopping on number seven. I have some OCD and hate odd numbers, (I can't stop reading a book on an odd numbered page, don't ask...) but seven is okay. I think because my birthday is on the seventh.

h. Yes, h. Because I hate formality and rules.

i. More later, meeting a casting director from the real world. No, not auditioning, apparently I am slightly older than their age limit. Just to chat.

Hhmmmm......

My straight brother is working at a gay bar. I find this quite amusing. But hey. Money is money. The transfer to a busier store is going well. I have been yelled at, kicked more people out, and had to call the police more rimes in a month than my whole year at my last store.

So how is everyone?

Facebook, transfers, and crap

If you briefly saw a facebook "badge" here with someone coincidentally named Bobby, it was just a weird strange glitch. Not me at All. But who ever it was sure was a handsome fellow.

They transferred me to a much larger and busier store at work. Without asking and without a significant raise. It will be ok and apparently the store has way more drama and weirdos than my old store so more stories.

I finally catching up on your blogs so things are almost back to normal. Kinda. Sorta. Maybe.

More Shenaniganz

Customer: Are you all hiring?

Employee: Sure. We're looking for overnight shift especially.

Customer: Oh, I can't do that. I can't work weekends, or past 9pm, or earlier than noon. And I would like to be a manager.

Employee wishes the manager job that only works noon to 9pm with no weekends was available, as they would apply for it themself. Employee then tries to think what to tell the person....

Customer: "Oh, and you all don't drug test, do you?"

Employee: I just remembered, we're not hiring right now.

Customer: OK, just ring up my beer, lottery tickets, and this month's issue of Jugs then.

so is anyone looking for a job? I have met so many people I would like to work with on blogger but not in real life. Sigh.

Xmsgs

So a short MSG here and then to my ex is going to appear here, called xmsgs. The mags won't always make sense to all and don't feel obliged to read them, but this weeks' MSG is....

I have my dog and u r not gettin him. Ever. And u r a loser who owes me money and my stuff


Ok I feel better people. Be back soon.

Oops. I was a tad off.

So hey sorry about the time delay. I am now posting from my I phone while I wait for my laptop to be replaced but things are going pretty well and I have loads to share and catch up on with all three of you. Long day today at shenaniganzs and I am now slightly drunk so more tomorrow. Love u all.

i'm here. really.

be back in another few days. blew out my knee and haven't felt like doing much of anything. but getting better and all shall be well.

The Ex File

So, my therapist (the imaginary therapist who only I can see because real therapists cost money) told me it would be good to write my ex a letter, expressing the things that bother me that I haven't said out loud. My therapist also said I should stop drinking so much, so obviously therapists aren't always right, but I decided to sit down, ponder a while, and write a well thought out, well written letter expressing my thoughts, my regrets, my true feelings about how I feel. Here's how it came out....

Dear Ex,

You suck.

Sincerely, Bobby

Either that means I need to think some more, learn to be a little more expressive in my letters, or, possibly it all boils down to the simple fact that my ex really does just suck.

I mean, I usually think a lot, I'm pretty expressive, I am a good communicator. I think my ex just sucks.

I'm glad I don't pay for therapy.