| 3:23a |
The people at work...
I am really getting annoyed by my co workers. I mean they are nice people, but some of the people there are just loud and annoying. The one girl there gets all pissy when she can't leave in the middle of work to go to starbucks. Another dude there is just loud. You know how when you have a stack of papers and you need to straighten them, you hit them on the table? When this kid, he fucking slams the papers down on desk very hard and it makes a very loud noise. The same dude, sits there and sigs to himself, while working, and sits there and drums at his desk. Now I drum with my fingers when I am nervous, but I don't sit there and pound on the desk. Then every time I walk by him, he is always on the internet, and a couple times on a chat room, AT WORK! Enough with him now. It seems like everyone feels that it is necessary to yell, at the top of there lungs, whenever they print something. Everytime someone prints a check, we all have to hear about it. All day people are like "I'm printing checks!" and they scream it so everyone can hear. Great so you are printing checks, I really don't care. As long as I get my check on thursday, I am happy, I really don't need to hear about the processes my check is in at that moment.
Anyway I downloaded some songs from Severed Savior (One of bands coming with cannibal corpse). Amazing. Anyone know where I can get a cool looking "Panzer Dragoon" desktop theme, that doesn't contain spyware? |
| 3:48p |
UCP... Worked for me!
So today I was at UCP and I got me a bag of doritos joints. Doritos has this new snack called rollitos and they look like little joints. So my dad can smoke them, and then calm the munchies at the same time. I really hate UCP. In think it is ridiculous that I have to go there when I don't belong there. They cater to mostly wheelchair people. I went to see a doctor there and they tried to diagnose me with some weird disease (Prader Willi) which the specialist immediately ruled out. But I like my counselor there, I just don't like the place. It is a creepy place. You have people rolling around in wheelchairs, who look like they are dead. The people not in chairs look all fucked up. It makes me look bad because I am not in a wheelchair, and it is just embarassing to be seen in there. People are, and will judge the fuck out of me for going in there. It has already happened. That is why I don't take the cab to work anymore. One of the cabbies said "What is this aspire? Some kind of retard counseling". It is just embarassing to be seen there. |