Interests:being with my family, the internet, The Sims 2, Neopets, writing poetry, being sarcastic. Expertise:I have developed sarcasm and eccentricity to an art form.
...and 3 of them are actually kind of sad. The last one I'm going to mention, which is the one EVERYONE can't stop talking about...well, the vultures can have him for all I give a fuck.
Farrah Fawcett: I think I came along *just* after her fame had fallen off, so I was never a huge fan, but I think she was a wonderful person. I did watch the special she put on, and gained a big admiration for a strong, resilient woman who just didn't put up with any bullshit. She kicked much ass and took many names. Even after going through those treatments and suffering horrible pain, she was still able and willing to hand the tabloid people their own asses. I may not have known her through her work, but I started checking her out a lot more and what I did find out about her was really nothing but admirable. You will be missed, Farrah. I actually cried a little when I found out this amazing woman had finally gone to her final home. At least there is no more pain, girlfriend. She's now with the real angels, kicking ass in heaven.
Ed McMahon: Didn't really know much about him either, but he seemed to have a lot of crap handed to him late in life. He seemed to be a pretty funny dude. Again, a useful member of the human race. But he was old. Not a real surprise.
Billy Mays: Dude, seriously? The infomercial dude! Never again will we hear this guy trying to sell us OxyClean or the Awesome Auger. I'm a little sad. Like when the movie guy...whatzisname...Don LaFontaine. (Gotta love the internet). Infomercials will never be the same. I wonder what he's pitching in heaven?
...and because I can't avoid mentioning this waste, this being "dead celebrities week"...Michael Jackson. Even if he *didn't* get his kicks touching little boys, this guy was a douche. Yeah, he could sing and dance, like 20 years ago. The last 20 years, though, what did he do besides fuck up his face, dress his children up in masks and dangle babies out of windows? And WHAT are they thinking, leaving his children with his 79 year old mother? They do know that his father is abusive, I mean duh? Isn't that why the guy was fucked up in the first place? Bloody hell. Stupid. I'm sorry. Just because the guy is dead doesn't make him any less of a douche.
So flame me. I don't give a fuck. My journal, my opinion, my business.
SO many bad, bad words came to my mind immediately upon viewing this travesty of outright bullshit. I wanted to voice my thoughts and opinions in an articulated, well-thought out form. Unlike the makers of this video.But coherent thoughts are not possible after viewing this garbage. Not when the only thoughts in your head are "HOW? HOW? HOW?" That's literally all I could think. HOW are "they" infringing on my rights? HOW are "they" affecting my ability to raise my child? (At least she will have compassion and love if she had anything...yes, ANYTHING, to tell me) HOW did this rectal waste find it's way into my brain?
Congratulations, NOFM. You have succeeded in eradicating my ability to want to think for myself anymore. I may now become another right wing crazy Christian holding pictures of dead babies while picketing abortion clinics while my own child has the same mind numbing brain killing bullshit crammed down her throat by a charismatic preacher named Timothy Miracle who eventually becomes a cult leader and we all die a horrible death while stockpiling arms because JESUS IS COMING!
Ok...no. Just no.
I posted all of the above in 2 comments on YouTube.
No offense to those who use/like it...but it has to be said. I FUCKING HATE TWITTER! Hate it with an all consuming, burning, flaming pile of hot, hot hate. I seriously think that the world is conspiring to kill all thought. 99.999% of Twitter posts are extremely pointless crap that no one cares to read. 99.1% of Tweets or Twats or whatever the hell it's called even the people who posts them don't care to read. What is the point? Because I don't give a rats ass, really. I don't even like to know what I do every few minutes of the goddamn day. Whoever came up with this needs to have their intestines ripped out of their bunghole, slit with razor blades, covered in salt and shoved right back up there.
I say we start Twatter.com. This site will only be used to inform our friends of our shits and nothing else. No “I am drinking coffee at McDonalds” or "My dog just did the cutest thing!" twatters, but rather “Hey, just took a really big dump. It's sticking out of the water” or "Twas awful squishy today. Maybe I shouldn't have had those beans."
It would be more interesting than the vast majortity of crap posted on Twitter. If I offended you, well, honestly can't say I give a shit. I'm allowed to bitch about it on my journal, and you're allowed to post em on yours.
Not that anyone I know even reads this. Oh well. I guess I'll update on the latest thing that happened. Or I may delete this journal later on, I don't know yet.
I made an arrangement with my manager and another coworker that I would not work Saturday, I would work on Sunday because they had me scheduled me too many hours. Well Billie, the marketing manager, called me, *twenty minutes* after my supposed scheduled shift and said, "You're scheduled to work today,". I called her back and told her that I had made an arrangement with Mike (my manager) and another coworker, blah blah blah.
She started yelling at me. Told me if I didn't make it in tonight, I was fired. We got into a huge argument, I told her I couldn't because I had no one to watch my daughter. She told me it was my responsibility to check my schedule. I told her I DID, that's why I made that arrangement and I would try but I did not think I could make it in. She threatened to fire me, because I was "calling in". I then informed her I'm NOT calling in, I thought the arrangement was a go so technically, NO, I'm not calling in.
The phone conversation ended with me bawling (I was crying, I was that pissed off.) About two seconds before I was going to pick up the phone to call her back and tell her I quit, she called me back, said "she thought about what I said" and ended up Donna was coming in to work for me but I had to come work for her tommorrow. I told her "that's what I was going to do *anyway*". She apologized, but I told her "thank you, but right now I'm not ready to accept it." And I'm not. I DO NOT appreciate being yelled at and threatened by someone who is supposed to be a professional. I may just be a peon, and she may think she's big shit because she's the new marketing manager, but I am still a human being and I would NEVER talk to anyone the way she talked to me today. She needs to learn that just because she's a big cheese, she still needs to show decorum and respect for the people under her.
She told me that my scheduled time was 2-10 for Sunday. She said, "I have the schedule right in front of me." Well, my manager (Mike) calls around noon on Sunday and tells my boyfriend that I'm supposed to be in at 11. 11-7. So basically, she deliberately lied to me. I walked in to work, and I asked Mike if I was in danger of being fired. He said, "No, but I am going to write you up."
I thought about it all of 2 seconds before I said, "You know, I'll just save you the trouble. I quit. Goodbye." And I caught my boyfriend before he was able to leave me behind. Why should I be wrote up when the market manager who "had the schedule in front of her" told me the wrong time on purpose, probably intending that I get wrote up!
If I'm working for someone that petty and immature, I seriously don't have to put up with it. I don't have to work. I have a chronic mental illness. I am on disability. I work part time sometimes to make a little extra money and to help out the company I'm working for. I am a loyal and trustworthy and hardworking person. I will not work for a company that hires people that deliberately lie to their employees to get them in trouble. I don't think she thought I'd quit, well she had another thing coming. You can't fire someone if they quit.
Good luck finding someone as good at the job as I was, willing to work all weekends. I prefer weekend work because most of the time I don't have my daughter on weekends. So really, its their loss, not mine.
I'm calling corporate today and I'm talking to HER boss to register a formal complaint. You can do it anonymously, but I'm NOT going to do it that way. I'm giving my name, and telling whoever it is that I WANT her to know it's me registering the complaint. I'm also letting her boss know that I'm going to him/her because at this time, I don't feel safe talking to her about it. Plus she deserves it. I do not want her to do this to someone who actually needs their job. I'm also letting her boss know that I do have a chronic mental illness, furthermore Billie KNOWS I have a chronic mental illness and you do not yell at and threaten someone who is in a precarious mental state, especially if you have full knowledge of that fact. She ASKED me before I was hired exactly what my disability was, and I'm pretty sure that's against the law. I told her because I thought I could trust her. Guess not.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080929/ap_on_bi_ge/financial_meltdown Wow. It really looks like we could see a stock market crash today.
It's been projected that this could cause a depression even worse than
the Great Depression. They interrupted Dr Phil for a special report. To
let the ignorant people like me know this could be pretty fucking serious.
To think that we could be facing this scale of an economic crisis is
very, very frightening. Think of what did happen in the Great
Depression. Banks went totally bankrupt. There was a 25% employment
rate. That means that one out of 4 people were unemployed. That's a
huge fucking number. People starved. And it wasn't just an American
thing, this was worldwide.
The consequences of today could be
global. It's scary. With so many people I know already having a
difficult time with employment and facing financial hardship, and a lot
of Americans are really only one paycheck away from total bankruptcy,
this really is a scary situation. I would like to hear your thoughts on
this. Really, I want any one who can comment TO comment, because I
would like to hear some different views, on what, if anything, could be
done. I don't normally whore myself out like thisask,
but now I'm kind of begging. :) Anyone? Even if you think what you have
to say doesn't count for much, I just want to hear your thoughts. And
you'll bet I'll be reading and commenting on a ton of journals tonight
if you post about it too.
