12/29/2001 11:54:31 AM
can you say O FUCK? i can, and did last night when i found out i still have a job, sort of. it was so fucked up it was almost funny. the other cashier was shitcanned officially for not showing and calling in a bzillionhundredtwentyfour times, and i QUIT. that's right i quit, except for i didn't, because i mean i showed up for work and shit. for some reason the big boss man store manager told the broads in personnel that i quit, and they told my manager, so he though i had quit. imagine his surprise when i show up in smock and all asking him why the hell everybody thinks i quit. he says i can stay, i'm not fired or laid off. they're keeping me... if i don't quit that is. which i won't, i need to live, save money, you know how it goes. we're leaving, hopefully this summer, maybe the fall, and we'll deal with immigration shit when we get there. at this point $ and getting ready is the major concern. i am so excited, i can think of few things else, and my horrible job feels a bit less horrible. the lack of swarms of customers, angry with bloated shopping carts and credit cards helps too mind you. i just won the auction on moisha's x-mas gift. it'll be late but so groovy i doubt she'll mind.

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