Author Topic: Mad, Unintelligble Ramblings of a Psychopathic Proletariat  (Read 1818 times)

Bi-Winning
One of my coworkers is a World of Warcraft addict who has bipolar sydrome. He has been increasingly moody and the managers gave him the entire week off to get aquainted with his new Alienware system he just purchased and get some R&R with himself and his new box.

That week was the week ending today. It occured to me that I had not seen the guy in 7 days and I asked three different people if they had missed him. None of them said yes, one of them, like I, hadn't realized at all that he was missing.

I wonder how it feels to be so unappreciated. I won't know, errybody loves me.



Move Bitch, Get out the Way
I live in the panhandle of florida. To get to work, I have to cross a 6 mile long bridge over a bay connected to the gulf of mexico. This bridge is 20 years old this year and was built when the area I lived in was inhabited by hermits. Now, it's a rather large tourist destination and the bridge can hardly sustain the infux of traffic with only 2 lanes.

Today when coming home there was some obnoxious college student in a truck with one of those really loving loud mufflers on. He tailgated me, literally a foot away from my back bumper, the entire 6 miles. I would even tap my breaks to see if I could get the friend off my ass to no avail. When I got past the toll booths he speeds up, zooms around me and 4 other cars, hits the off ramp, and is immediately pulled over by the unmarked police car that was leading the group of the four cars he passed.

The kicker? The entire area is under construction. Workers were present. That means double speeding fines. Ha ha ha. Jerk.



What do we do here?
Sometimes I forget that I produce food. I literally do not eat anything at the resturant except for chicken strips (the closest thing to something healthy that we produce). When someone asks me to box them up something to eat themselves, it takes me a second to realize that they're actually planning to eat it.

Please write me a book. You're description about your day is superb if not deep.  :cookieMonster:

you should write a book about your life

if tucker max did it, you can too

Please write me a book. You're description about your day is superb if not deep.  :cookieMonster:

saw that ninja edit

Oh god lol.

What chain of restaurants do you work at anyways?

saw that ninja edit
It wasn't very ninja like then was it?

I know what bridge you're talking about.

I know what bridge you're talking about.
I took this picture at 6am on the way over to work. I love crossing the bridge. If and when I get a new job, it'll be what I miss the most, despite the gas and toll costs.

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errybody loves you.

What restaurant?
« Last Edit: May 22, 2011, 06:40:51 PM by Jubel »

I wonder how it feels to be so unappreciated. I won't know, errybody loves me.

Lol'd

I wonder how it feels to be so unappreciated. I won't know, errybody loves me.
This "errybody" person must be desperate.

This "errybody" person must be desperate.
stop talking down to yourself.


stop talking down to yourself.
How am I talking down to myself? lol

Where is errybody.
"Rye, re's right rover rare!"
"Zoinks, Scoob!"