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Monday, August 29, 2005

And the worst part is...

It isn't even my fault.

I would be ok with all of this crazy stuff happening if it was my fault.

1. It is never going to work between Erin and I. This was decided last night. We are far to considerate of other peoples feelings to just do whatever.

2. I lost my car. Apparently I had unpaid parking tickets in whitewater. I let a lot of people borrow my truck, it sure would have been nice of them if they got a ticket to say so. Heck, i may have even paid it. Now i am looking at the fact that i can't sell or trade in my truck, i can't buy a new car, it is even technically illegal for me to drive my truck. So i geuss that screws over teh car idea now doesn't it?

3. I might lose my job. Apparently, the weekend of the 12th, 100 bucks went missing. I was not working for the two days prior or the two days after as i was getting ready for our big promotion with JJO, but as it is my store, and nobody else is coming forward, guess who gets to take the fall. Guess that kinda ruins my plans to be a district manager huh?

4. I have officially decided it is not my lot in life to be happy. I am ok with that, i guess i can try to be really good at making other people happy. That can be my purpose in the world. Maybe if this job falls through i move back home and be one of those losers who lives with their parents into their 30's. That sounds like fun.

What all this boils down to is, I have quite possibly had the worst two days on record. I have tried desperately to maintain composure, as a result i am awefully bitter and resentful today. I apologize if i snapped on anyone that didn't deserve it. Nobody needs to ever see me that angry again. I guess what this all boils down to is, i give up.

Whichever kid is sitting high above me with the magifing glass seeing how many of my limbs will burn off before i stop moving. You have effectively made me submit. I don't even care anymore.

Dennis

1 Comments:

At 9:48 PM, Blogger jOE said...

1. I beleive in a thing called love! (that song scared my little brother, but the title seemed an appropriate hopeless romantic-type response to the situation). I wish you the best in this, Dennis.

2. Don't lend out your car. Ever. But you probably don't need me to tell you that.

3. Ouch. Um, I really don't have any good advice here. Maybe pay it off yourself, and then investigate each of your employees. Hold whoever was responsible that weekend responsible, if you can. I'm sorry Dennis. Let me know how you're doing/what happens with this, ok?

 

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