Mezzo Swede

A Toast to World Domination
2003-04-04 11:44:46 (UTC)

Stalked By A French Coin...

I don't understand why I lack the motivation to write in my
journal these days. I guess I am just THAT busy.

I almost got fired from work today. I had to leave the
counter to get my make-up ready for the show, because those
bozos scheduled me for 47856 hours today, when I had
requested the day OFF. Morons. It's time to start looking
elsewhere for work. Can you believe that 20% of your
employee review depends on your ability to open new credit
cards?! Nobody wants the damn MACY'S card! And how the HELL
is that my fault? Everyone who wants one already has one.
It's the stupidest policy I've ever heard of. I think I'd
laugh if they fired me because I didn't open enough credit
card accounts. Especially considering how productive and
pleasant I am. Schmucks.

I spent 30 minutes this evening, being murderous. There
were two gargantuan flying beasts in the bathroom,
occupying my space. Yes, they were just insects, but they
were large enough to merit being called BEASTS. And large
enough for me not to want to squish them in any way,
because that would create a blood bath. So I chased them
around with hair spray, hoping to paralyze them so they'd
fall down. It was harder than I thought. And now I feel bad
for making their deaths so inhumane.

I don't want to write anymore. I guess I'll go to sleep. I
miss Luis. I see him all the time, but it's like we aren't
running on the same wavelengths right now. So I miss him,
even when he's here sometimes. But he is a sweetheart. He
brought be beautiful flowers yesterday, and a card that
said "Get Well Soon." Hee hee. That's funny, because you
see...I'm not sick! He's so clever, that Luis.

Luis is at the theatre painting the floor of the stage.
Tomorrow is opening night. You'd think the floor would have
been painted a long time ago. Seems like shitty planning on
somebody's part. Some people in the show are REALLY killing
me. They don't know their lines, and whenever they mess up,
the bitch and moan and blame everyone except themselves.
They can't take criticism, and whenever things don't go
their way, they experience sudden back pain, or something
equally dramatic, to take the focus off their lameness. But
it really only magnifies a million billion times how lame
they really are.

Oh, and can't you believe what I am about to tell you!!!!!
Remember that damned french coin I wrote about? Remember? I
kept putting it in the washing machines and wondering why
none of them worked? Well, yesterday I had a repeat
performance. I mean, WHAT ARE THE CHANCES? The same coin,
the same washing machine...EVEN THE SAME COIN SLOT.

Maybe the french coin is trying to tell me something. I
can't imagine what though. Any thoughts?




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