Gundam-Ranger-X
June 22nd, 2007, 06:05 PM
Ok, well today is officialy the shittiest (pun intended, more on that later) day I've had in a long time.
First I had to mow the lawn wich sucks because it takes just enough time for me to not have enough time to do anything else before work. By itself it wouldn't be bad but I also have to find time to ready a 5 hour D&D session no later Monday afternoon/night.
I get to work and things go fine for about 2 hours. Then a customer comes up to the counter and tells us that someone backed up our toilet. Basicly, it's full of somebody's shit. Being the newest staff member, aka 'the bitch', I had to go clean it up. I walk in, almost puke from the stentch, and walk right back out. "I seriously am not getting paid enough for this shit!" my exact words. I strap on a few garbage bags for protection and tie one around my nose and try again. I make it in get to the stall and almost puke again from the sight. I won't describe it because it was bad... bad enough to make me feel phisicly ill. After much struggle, I finally get it gone, but because of the lingering stench, not forgoten. I then attack the entire men's room with the bottle of Lysol. I pretty much used up the whole bottle. Now our men's room smells like Lysol.
Then I get the bright idea that the garbages in the game room need to be changed (they did). This also wouldn't be a problem. However, due to our shitty 'easy-tear' garbage bags and our shirrty garbage can design, one of the grabage bags tear open on the bottom and spill this lovely shit smelling red liquid all over the place. *frightningly angry sigh* my exact words. I go back outback, grab the mop bucket, gloves, and paper towel and clean this new mess up.
So then I decide to go on break before anything else decides to go wrong... of course when it rains, it fucking pours. During my shift at some point I get a PM from the dude who's painting my Warhammer army and it turns out, he won't be able to get the last 9 guys of my army ready for the tournament tomorrow. "Ok, what the fuck else can possibly go wrong now" my exact words. So now I'm without army for tomorrow's tournament which now I'm not going to bother going to.
Plus, as if all this isn't bad enough, it's raining outside and probably will be when I go home tonight.
If there was ever a day for me to fly into a rage filled murder frenzy today is the day.
In closing: KILL SOMEONE!!!!!!!!
First I had to mow the lawn wich sucks because it takes just enough time for me to not have enough time to do anything else before work. By itself it wouldn't be bad but I also have to find time to ready a 5 hour D&D session no later Monday afternoon/night.
I get to work and things go fine for about 2 hours. Then a customer comes up to the counter and tells us that someone backed up our toilet. Basicly, it's full of somebody's shit. Being the newest staff member, aka 'the bitch', I had to go clean it up. I walk in, almost puke from the stentch, and walk right back out. "I seriously am not getting paid enough for this shit!" my exact words. I strap on a few garbage bags for protection and tie one around my nose and try again. I make it in get to the stall and almost puke again from the sight. I won't describe it because it was bad... bad enough to make me feel phisicly ill. After much struggle, I finally get it gone, but because of the lingering stench, not forgoten. I then attack the entire men's room with the bottle of Lysol. I pretty much used up the whole bottle. Now our men's room smells like Lysol.
Then I get the bright idea that the garbages in the game room need to be changed (they did). This also wouldn't be a problem. However, due to our shitty 'easy-tear' garbage bags and our shirrty garbage can design, one of the grabage bags tear open on the bottom and spill this lovely shit smelling red liquid all over the place. *frightningly angry sigh* my exact words. I go back outback, grab the mop bucket, gloves, and paper towel and clean this new mess up.
So then I decide to go on break before anything else decides to go wrong... of course when it rains, it fucking pours. During my shift at some point I get a PM from the dude who's painting my Warhammer army and it turns out, he won't be able to get the last 9 guys of my army ready for the tournament tomorrow. "Ok, what the fuck else can possibly go wrong now" my exact words. So now I'm without army for tomorrow's tournament which now I'm not going to bother going to.
Plus, as if all this isn't bad enough, it's raining outside and probably will be when I go home tonight.
If there was ever a day for me to fly into a rage filled murder frenzy today is the day.
In closing: KILL SOMEONE!!!!!!!!