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: (Rosa☆Don't stop.. no -- I'll never)
Sent home Owen and now it's time to colour my hair and finish packing for trip to Colorado!

There's a good chance I will upload pictures, though there's also a good chance that it will be Instagram/Facebook uploaded. We are staying with friends that I've known internet wise for years and years-- and I'm only now getting to meet them IRL (protip: if you've been internet friends for more then 15 years, it's safe to say that they are legit and you can probably safely visit them without worrying about whether they will chop you up into little pieces and put you in their trunk).

Going to play a little bit more Beseria before WWE fastlane comes on-- I am rooting for Bayley but it's highly doubtful that she'll beat Charlotte :( because Charlotte is the Pay Per View Queen. Blah!

Owen took me to Cheddars for lunch and he said something funny that made me almost crash the car-- but I can't precisely remember it (my memory can be scetchy sometimes)

On friday I got my hair cut, so it's all one length now (the bad thing about growing out a a-line hair cut is that your front is going to be longer then your back). It feels so much better and I feel like I can comb through it without it getting tangled up in knots, but that also may just be in my head.

On the plane on wednesday, I am going to play some FFIV because I want to see if I can get a little bit closer to The After Years-- here's hoping! (Last time I played, Eblan Castle punked me)
alwaysbeenasmiler: (Kurogane☆No fire where I)
Well luckily I have some sleepytime tea that I'm nursing so perhaps I've let go of my rage just a little bit.

I work with a few very difficult people and normally I have my boyfriend to act as my support. At work we are seriously an army of two-- we form a united front and if one pisses one of us off, we take up arms for the other. But well there are a few people that not even my boyfriend can quell-- among them Michael Stalcup (for all of you people who were around 3 years ago-- you will remember that name, it's synonymous with DOUCHEBAG.) and then there is Mariah.

To describe Mariah would be-- imagine if Dolores Umbridge (of Harry Potter fame) was a REAL LIVE PERSON.

When I first met her, I thought she was the sweetest little old lady and then my boyfriend (who wasn't my boyfriend at the time) told me that she'd probably try to carve lines into my hand if she could get away with it. I was sceptical-- until she showed her true colours-- it was over something stupid but she was being viciously mean and petty over it. There was a year where she wasn't actually that bad, but here lately she's been extra 'throw me in the sea and watch me float' salty.

We have this big trash receptacle in the middle of our picking area, we also have another one that is out in po-dunk ICS. When Fresenius has to get all the cording and stuff off the product, we take it to the nearest trash container. It makes sense, right? We aren't totally flakes, we do take out our own trash because well that's the decent thing to do. Well last week Owen threw some of the Fresenius trash in the central area, and Mariah goes "Take out the trash to the OTHER area-- your trash container" (referring to po-dunk). Owen says he'll take out the trash, and you know that should be the end of it-- right? WRONG! It isn't-- she kicks up giant fuss.

No one in Fresenius is going to walk all the way out to podunk when there is a perfectly good trash bin closer where we can dump our stuff-- we have a lot to pick and we have a time limit for it-- so whatever. Last week passed-- no one died-- everything got done.

Today, Fresenius once again uses the trash bin and then around 9 pm, Mariah comes over to where Renae and Owen are still picking Fresenius and goes "You know I love you guys-- I love you a lot-- but you need to take your trash to the other bin." and then she walks off. (No, she doesn't love us-- I am totally not convinced of this fact, and neither is Renae and Owen, Oh especially not Owen since I can see it on his face)

I interject myself, saying that the distance to walk to the other bin is too far (we use these bins on tuesdays and thursdays when we are running the packing part of our operation, and yes, we empty it out as well). Then she makes it a point to come to me and start ARGUING with me about how it is the same distance (not). Then it ends with her going. "Well you can take your own trash generated out yourself" (because we NEVER take our trash out-- ever). Now, let me tell you-- that was the most mean spirited thing I've actually heard? Do you want to know why?

Well today, Mariah was in a pickle with her orders-- she was swamped, so myself and Cheryl took some of her orders and picked them. We didn't HAVE to do it, but we did because hey, a magical little concept called TEAMWORK. It is coming together to work together for the good of the team. Because of that statement, such a childish and petty statement, I may have said(yelled) the following:

"Okay, you take care of your stuff and we will take care of our stuff-- because that's what teamwork is all about, it is about worrying about yourself before anyone else. Don't expect me to help you get done with orders anymore, or manually ship your orders when you mess up or anything like that-- since you are so worried about yourself and don't want to help anyone else."

her response--

"Don't be like that!"

Seriously-- not taking out her garbage, not going to help her bag her product on friday, not going to help her do boxes. All of these things that she takes for granted that we help her do. So ungracious of her-- especially considering that she never takes out the communal trash bin anyways.

*Deep breaths*

Wow, that was long-- so sorry you guys.
alwaysbeenasmiler: (Becky☆There's a battle ahead--)
My roommate came in while I was watching Wrestling and he was like "Hey, you know that's fake-- right?" and I was like "Ummm, if it was fake-- Daniel Bryan still would be doing what he loves to do-- i.e wrestle." then he went into his room, shut the door and NOT TWO MINUTES LATER, he posted up a big diatribe about how wrestling was the fakest of fake and that anyone who watched it was idiots.

Now I can see where at times it came be fake-- I can see where they don't really punch or when they sort of move along with the rolls-- that is STILL a sport, it's acrobatics, clever ones-- all designed to tell a story. Then there are the times when I can tell that it really does hurt and that no ammount of tucking and rolling can change the impact, those are the times when I know that you can take precautions, but you can also get seriously injured despite those precautions.

I just want to go 'bitch, please!'. I just take it into account that Randy (aka MR. Negative) has such a whambulance life that he has to attempt to ruin the fun of everyone else just so that he feels better about holing himself up in his room and playing 12 straight hours of WoW, which clearly makes him better then EVERYBODY ELSE.

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