The boys and I got bored and went to Target. UGH. And what did they have there available for my viewing pleasure? The Whitest Kids 'U Know season one. GODDAMNIT. Did I buy it? Uh, DUH.
Then on 172nd heading home, some fucking douche was pacing me in the left lane and wouldn't fucking let me over. Had to get on the freeway, went to the outlet mall so the boys could see if they were gonna use their on-call, turned around and went home.
Oh god. And I got a voicemail from Whitney (one of my managers) saying I was supposed to be in at 8am and wondering where I was. Goddamnit. I originally had Monday off but was asked to work Monday and then have today off and no one ever adjusted the schedule accordingly. So if there's a write-up waiting for me at work, there's no way in fucking hell I'm signing it. 'Cause that was a glorious managerial fuck-up. And if I would have gone in, I'd totally have like 50 hours this week. And we all know nobody wants that. Heh.
Anyhow. I wanna waaaatch my Whitest Kids! UH.
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