Eric's Cluebatty Goodness
[ rakaur on Wed Dec 21 at 11:54 PM // category: eastgate, work ]
It has come to my attention that I have a new fanbase, from Eastgate, my place of employment. I’ve written a few select posts about certain people I’d like to slaughter and feed to animals. Now they know, and I must address the issue.
First of all, if I didn’t want people to read it I wouldn’t post it on the fucking Internet. Secondly, if I didn’t want people from work to read it I wouldn’t link to it from myspace, which is rampant with kids from work. I don’t care who reads it, because it’s personal and it shouldn’t affect work in any way.
Yeah, I know you guys hate me. By “you guys” I mean Jessica and Valerie. You’re the two that hate me, so you decide to go on a gossip spree because you discovered my blog. Good job, it only took you guys three months! It’s been linked from my fagspace profile for an eternity! Are your lives seriously so incredibly vapid that you have absolutely nothing else to do than read shit I post on the Internet in fits of rage and pass it around? What are you, fucking high schoolers? Oh, wait.
When I confronted you about having no life you said you were “bored.” When I’m bored I find things to do, like not being a fucking retard. I’m sure our interests aren’t the same, so I’ve prepared a list of things you might be interested in doing when you get bored:
- sleep;
- do homework;
- bathe;
- get a life, or at least get laid;
- read a book;
- watch a soap opera;
- don’t be a whiny bitch;
- mind your own business;
- stop going out and getting smashed;
- get your tubes tied.
Seriously, what the fuck? I can’t fucking stand either of you, and you both know it, but I don’t let it affect work. It has nothing to do with work, it’s personal. I do ask you to do your fucking jobs, which is apparently too much. I get a little frustrated that I work my ass off for the same pay check you guys do nothing for. I think the job requires more than a pulse to complete adequately. If you think I let it affect work because I ask you guys to get off your fucking asses and do something then you’re wrong, because I tell everyone to do that. I tell Caleb to do that, and we’ve been friends for three years. Not convinced? I still take your shifts when you call off. Or, if I can’t, I call everyone from Eastgate to see if anyone will take it before I call a manager. Why would I take your shifts if I secretly wanted you to suffer?
Robyn doesn’t care about this shit, she knows it’s stupid. She’s not in high school. The only two that seem to think it’s exciting and that everyone should be tripping over their fucking feet to hear about are you two. We graduated high school, we’d like to keep it that way.
My dislike for you is personal. Your dislike for me is personal. Stop bringing it into work, and life will be better. If all you have in life is the promise of telling someone something bad about someone else, you should look into becoming a soap opera actress or a grandma.
Get a life, and stay the fuck out of mine.
-- rakaur // 2005.12.21 @ 11:54 PM
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