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I had to wake up at 6 am. I hate that. Then I had to make pizza for a school of snotty little brats ( a private school I don't think highly of, this is not my opinon of al ps students). I hate that more - have I ever mentioned that the smell of tomato sauce makes me nauseated? So I hate that more. Not to mention the pile of stress already heaped on me - my workers knew five minutes in that someone was in for it. Don't get me wrong, despite my tendency to be loud and all, I don't just attack people when I'm pissed (friends might argue, but I don't attack, I just get pissy). Anyway, this stupid whore at the comm college didn't like that her pizzas were all of five minutes late.



Stupid Whore: Who's the manager? (nasty voice)

Megan: I am (eat that bitch voice)

SW: Is the owner in?

Megan: No, he's not (really pissed now, b/c I knwo what's next).

SW: Well, I'm a very good friend of his and I would hate to have to call him on his cell phone.

Megan: (this is the rarely heard Megan is Truly Angry Voice) I don't think he'd answer even if you did. He's very sick right now.

SW: Oh. Well, I would like to know where our pizzas are.

Megan: They're on their way. *click*

Here's the funniest part: The Boss doesn't really like this woman, he just felt obligated to give her the damn food. Moreover, he is deathly sick right now. So is his wife. And his two kids. If that Stupid Whore had called him, she would have found out 1)He doesn't consider her a friend 2)Don't call when he's worried about his family and 3)He always backs up his workers vs. customers. I've seen him kick people out of the store for badmouthing his workers.

On top of that I had to stay late to finish dough b/c though business is increasing, the staff is not. We're literally doing twice the work with the same number of people. I am beat.


In other news, I finally have tickets to France (eurostar) and tickets to Italy (flying, I'm just too poor to take the train this time). Now I just need to start packing and get all my damn stories writen and/or updated. Blargh.

Date: 2003-12-12 05:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starparty.livejournal.com
after I calmed down a bit it was nice stress relief but at the time I was afraid I'd said it aloud...

Date: 2003-12-12 05:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maderr.livejournal.com

oh, out loud would have been bad.

Date: 2003-12-12 05:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starparty.livejournal.com
umm yeah. How could you play that off..? hee hee Not well I'd say...

Date: 2003-12-12 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maderr.livejournal.com


At least you'd really have them looking at you in fear and respect.

Date: 2003-12-12 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starparty.livejournal.com
mmmm the looks of fear and respect *shiver* Love it ;)

Date: 2003-12-12 05:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maderr.livejournal.com

see? there's always a bright side.

Date: 2003-12-12 05:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starparty.livejournal.com
i need to see what I can do about setting this in motion with out it actually being me.... Mmmm fear!

Date: 2003-12-12 05:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maderr.livejournal.com


You will invariably come up with something.

Fear is nice.

Date: 2003-12-12 05:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starparty.livejournal.com
*nods* I'm just good like that.

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