there may be hope yet

For a job that is. I was informed that the job was given to someone’s kid up there who “needed” it. Or that would be more like trying to get their lazy ass to do something and pay rent. Anyway, gotta love nepotism (sp?).

Moving on.

So this pissed off a few people at the other hospital in this town because apparently, some people like me and now they are trying to create a position for me. Isn’t that wonderful? I can’t believe how nice they are being for me and to me. I didn’t know that anybody cared. Anyway, I’m not holding my breath, but I am crossing my fingers. I would love a real job.

The burger place has become almost unbearable. How can there be so much fucking politics in a burger joint? Ninety percent of the fuckers there are teenagers, so why in the hell do I have to deal with so much? A joint was found in the ashtray and it was automatically blamed on Joseph. I was pissed. I can’t figure put where those fuckers get off thinking that I won’t have anything to say about their accusations. Like I am not going to defend my fucking husband. BULLSHIT!!!!! I don’t belong to the “it’s Okay to Bad Mouth My Husband” club. They can all kiss my goddamned ass if they think I will allow it. Yes, Joseph does pot occasionally. I am not stupid. I know what my husband does, but I know he hasn’t done it up there in months and the last time was with the boss’s daughter. So why don’t we try not throwing stones in a glass house for a while.

FUCKERS.

Can anyone tell that I am sick of the bullshit yet? I’m not entirely sure that I have made my point. 🙂 I know it hasn’t gotten through up there. The boss thought she was going to take Joseph off overnights and put me there. Fuck that. I will never be in charge of a third shift. When that place is robbed, I will be damned if I am the one with the keys.

Again, moving on. Brandi had her six-month check up last week. Did I tell y’all about it? I can’t remember. Hell. Old age is setting in. I think I did. She is just fine. Dammnit. Now I need to go back and look that up. Uggg. Oh well.

Let’s see. Oh yeah. I have to do defensive driving to take care of my ticket. Not looking forward to that. Brandy took it a couple of years ago at a restaurant and got food poising. Lovely, right? Needless to say, I won’t be using that one. Guess I said it anyway.

Guess what. Today is our anniversary. That’s right, four years. We can’t do a thing because we are broke, but he did get the day off to be with me.

And tomorrow is my birthday. 24. Woohoo!!! That’s me.

Guess that’s good enough for now. Y’all take care and hug those babies tight.

Mandy