alwaysbeenasmiler: (Halle☆Got a secret-- can you keep)
I had never left work so angry-- (but I didn't post it last night, because I needed to channel my anger into something productive, and hence the icons that I made) I am not angry now, but it may come back if I have to look at dumbfucks mug.

It was a busy day-- I had to do the ferring line (that has to do with estrogen medicines, and progesterone-- all of those ladybit chemicals) and it is especially busy on Wednesday. Well I rocked out close to 13,000 units throughout the day (give or take a hundred, who knows) and I didn't get done until 8 pm (after having worked on that line since 11:30), so afterwards I take myself off to the desk to count then I get on the white golf cart since I have to go to the back to count stuff in the freezer.

*side note: first time I've driven the golf cart, so I was marveling about how wonderful it was-- it was a fairly joyless day so ANY simple pleasure I can take

Well I drive past the lines, going 'wheeee' loudly, so I didn't hear what was said. I say, "What the fuck, I earned this ride" so I took a few victory laps around the bins.

Then I park the golf cart, give it a pat and then head over to give my counts to Cheryl and Owen.

Only to be told by both Cheryl and Owen that when I was driving past, Michael StalSHIT said "Get to work"

They have no reason to lie to me, and being that I know PERSONALLY what a fucking pathological liar he is-- I know immediately that what they said was true.

So I go on a rampage, I can't believe that the King of Slowasses told ME to get to work, especially since at my slowest work pace, I am STILL faster then him. I am loud and I am not hiding the fact that I am completely and totally furious, because he needs to BUTT out of my life and focus on his own work; but hey-- maybe he wouldn't take those 20 min bathroom breaks every two hours (in addiction to regular break) if he didn't keep his CELLPHONE in his pocket the entire time-- hey nothing more fun then facebook on the shitter at work!

He comes up to me and vehemently denies saying it--- but I know him and I don't believe him for a second-- then I tell him to get out of my face. Michael refuses, insisting that he didn't say anything. That is when Owen says "Drop it"-- I mean, I have never heard my boyfriend sound so very menacing. Michael continued to, he wasn't stopping-- and Owen kept saying "Leave her alone" and "drop it". I believe without a shadow of a doubt if Supervisor Mike hadn't come by when he did-- there would of been a 5 ft 6 guy completely jumping and beating the shit out of a six foot dude, seriously-- my boyfriend was pissed and looked like he was about ready to go to war for me.

Since I was a bit frightened that Michael was going to be at my car-- Owen, Cheryl and I went to go talk to Cindy. Michael hung around away from us a little bit but then he gave up and went out to his own car to go home. And when I walked out with Owen, Michael did the first wise thing that I think he's ever done-- he actually left. Oh, I know he wanted to pursue the matter but I wanted to have nothing to do with him, I'd rather just ignore his existence like I usually do.

To all you who read through this; thank you-- I know it was long and somewhat negative. (You can also see why I just wanted the icon love last night)

On a happy note-- it's my friday! woohoo!
alwaysbeenasmiler: (Halle☆Got a secret-- can you keep)
Midnight is what time we got out-- normally start time is 11:30 and end time is 10:00 which is a straight 10 hours' but today we came in at 10:30 and got out at 12:00-- which is too much time.. TOO MUCH TIME DEALING WITH PEOPLE WHO TAKE WAY TOO MUCH OF MY ENERY-- it's like everywhere, everywhere "STUPIDITY SURROUNDS", and you'd think that I wasn't an ENFP with the talk that I am indulging in.

But most people forget one vital function of the ENFP personality-- that is Te.

Ni (function-dominant): SPARKLES BUNNIES RAINBOWS BOOKS VIDEO GAMES ALL THE THINGS *grabby hands*
Fi (function-auxiliary): Hey, let me sit here and read sappy romance novels and listen to Keane music all day
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Si (function-inferior): *the kid with the ipod stuck in his ears, playing bejeweled blitz on his cellphone-- every single minute of every single day*

Right between Fi and Si, there is Te--

There was a song written about my Te function, it was by Cake, entitled "Short Skirt, Long Jacket"-- Tertiary function, hates people, hates everyone, likes coffee, likes songs about shooting the balls off of men, is a mean ass motherfucking bitch-- it is the part that exists while I am at work-- there is no fun times with me (unless you are Owen or a chosen few who my Te has deemed 'hard workers' and therefore worthy of being exposed to the other areas of my personality), I will tell you exactly what I think of you and I will do it in the most blunt and brutal way-- the queen of the bitch slap (the ENFP bitch slap is as real as the INFJ door slam-- and the Te function pretty much invented it). There are many people who I have plotted out their deaths intricately in my mind, but unfortunately for Te, my other functions click into place once I leave that raging cesspit, and thus no opportunity to do so (also, as we've discussed-- there's no video games in prison, so murder is a no go, I'd be SOOOO bored)

Today Te was in overdrive, so much that I hopefully will sleep like a baby-- seriously 13 hours in that place like 13 hours too many

Did I mention that I have to wake up in 7 hours to do it ALL again-- motherfucking A-----~!!

What I wouldn't give to work with competent people-- and people say that I act way different on facebook then at work-- well d'uh! I'm happier when I don't have to deal with constant stupidity-- you'd think I was a babysitter or something.

Yes, I'm harsh-- I know--

Sorry for not responding to posts or anything-- I did read all of them (okay I skimmed them)-- but mondays are usually not ideal response days for me-- hopefully y'all had a better and more fufilling monday then I did-- guess I better throw myself at my bed and hope that this adrenaline pans out so that I can sleep!
alwaysbeenasmiler: (Tonberry☆I will kill you in your sleep)
Last night I was pretty much glued to my VITA, playing FFIV complete collection. Cecil becomes a Paladin! Check! He gains mass ammounts of levels before heading to Baron! OKAY~! He kicks the ass of Baignan and Cagnazzo! HURRAH!

NOW WE HAVE AN AIRSHIP.

Sure we're supposed to go to Troia but~

ALL THE THINGS, ALL OF THEM.

We visit shiny Agart full of promise, we spend ass amounts of time gaining levels so that we can afford all the nifty new gear that Mythril offers. And then we go into Eblan to poke around, because look EDGE'S MYSTERIOUS DESERTED CASTLE. We don't know the guy yet so why don't we loot it.

Loot loot loot!

Let's open this box!

MONSTER!

MONSTER. KICKS. MY. ASS

Rocks fall; everybody dies.

RESTART. Aw damn, I hadn't saved until just before Baignan.

And then I realized that this happened MY VERY FIRST PLAYTHROUGH way back when I was a teenager and didn't know any better.

Obviously I STILL DON'T! It was lowering to think that TWENTY YEARS-- and STILL COMMITTED THE SAME EPIC FAIL.

Now I have something new to add to my list of things to go back and tell my younger self if ever I'm given a time machine...

DO NOT OPEN THAT. DAMN. BOX
alwaysbeenasmiler: (Rena☆Here we come now)
I was at work, working on my nice pretty shiny Flynn Scifo application for Haven. I figured that tis about time that I did something worthwhile with my life.. like online RPing; yeah that's promising.   So I typity-typed my way through, oh my gosh.. what was it, 10 paragraphs and I was just finishing up on the special attacks and ability section when I realized I had to get my numbers in.  Yes, I did that and then I clicked out, thinking that I saved.   

NO~! wrong answer; I didn't.   Notepad merely lulled me into a false sense of security.   Didn't prompt me or anything, just went "I HATE YOU MOM!" and then voila, application is gone and I only have the remanants of what I had typed last night before going to bed.

I decide to post and click on the 'choose random icon' button, and this homicidal icon of Rena comes up.    Check: perhaps this random icon feature is not so random after all.

At the very least I will never be required to make a decision ever again when it comes to what icon I want to use on an entry.   I just hope for a lot of inappropriate.

Please tell me that I typed more then a paragraph in the re-write of the application.

Sadly, nope.

Boo~!

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