Dear Delivery Guy,
thanks for bringing me dinner…… you did a cracker jack job…..
i’ve never actually used that expression before.
i just heard it on t.v. and though it was funny
cracker jack job
if my name was jack i would insist that everyone call me cracker all the time
and not just gang members either.
EVERYONE
how fully excellent would that be?
probably the greatest ever.
if my name were jack everything thing i did would be a cracker jack job
i may need to legally change my name.
you know what i hate?
not getting everything i want when i want it
does that sound incredibly spoiled?
yes.
you know what?
i don’t give a fucking fuckity fuck
i work hard at what i do
i am delightful and charming
i can be incredibly sweet,
sure i can also be incredibly bitchy but that isnt the fucking point
the point is
when i want something i should get it
i’m not just talking about material things either
i mean everything
like today when i went to pick up my check i found out i didn’t get put on the team i wanted
you know who got put on the fucking team that should have been mine?
fucking southern boy
that’s who.
jesus christ on a cross.
i’m a little more than irate about it
does some asshole deserve what i want and have been working for more than me?
i don’t bloody, fucking think so
here’s something else i want
someone to stop using a metal fucking utensil in my teflon coated pan and then when i tell you not to do that shit don’t lie to me and tell me you haven’t cooked since you got here when i saw you cut up your ramen noodles with one of my metal knives in it you fucking bitch.
just saying.
it’s not really ok with me.
here’s something i do like
making new “friends” at work
here’s something i don’t like
when my new “friend” isn’t put on my work team
now who will take funny pictures and do funny things with me while doing some excellent DJ work and showing me his “lady catcher” dance moves?
the first person my age i meet here who actually seems smart and like someone i could be friends with or even “friends” and i will maybe get to see him sometimes in the staff locker room.
thanks a lot for that one baby jesus.
so here’s the fucking break down
my life at this point fucking sucks, i have no money, i dont like anyone here under the age of 40
i guess my life isnt going to be a fucking cracker jack worthy anytime soon
love,
rach
