Today is supposed to be my day off. I get called in to work because my coworker showed up all doped up on pills. Wonderful! So instead of spending time with the loves of my life today I'm at work. Dealing with the following:
A guest walks in the door "What's up woman!". Blank look on my face. "You don't remember me do you? I stayed here last month." Obviously not, and I hate being called "woman".
Also I hate when really old men with long beards, southern accents so deep I can't understand half of the conversation, and smokers breath tell me that they are going to the mall of America to eat and will bring me back a big bottle of tequila to see what will happen. (Insert awkward laugh) Nothing will happen because I won't drink it....idiot. Your wearing a wedding ring, act like it. And for the last time NO I'M NOT HUNGRY! I made the mistake of telling him what I had for lunch (pizza) and he preceded to tell me that it was going to make my ass fat. Really?! First of all WHY DO YOU CARE? Second, I'm pretty sure I've been eating pizza my entire life and I don't have a "fat ass". I've carried a child for 9 months and another for 11 weeks and I don't have this "fat ass" so shut your mouth! Maybe I should tell him all those cigarettes he is going outside to smoke are going to KILL HIM, or that he already smells of death. That kind of Trumps a fat ass, don't you think? Death or a fat ass....hmmmm I'll take a fat ass please!
A guest walks in the door "What's up woman!". Blank look on my face. "You don't remember me do you? I stayed here last month." Obviously not, and I hate being called "woman".
Also I hate when really old men with long beards, southern accents so deep I can't understand half of the conversation, and smokers breath tell me that they are going to the mall of America to eat and will bring me back a big bottle of tequila to see what will happen. (Insert awkward laugh) Nothing will happen because I won't drink it....idiot. Your wearing a wedding ring, act like it. And for the last time NO I'M NOT HUNGRY! I made the mistake of telling him what I had for lunch (pizza) and he preceded to tell me that it was going to make my ass fat. Really?! First of all WHY DO YOU CARE? Second, I'm pretty sure I've been eating pizza my entire life and I don't have a "fat ass". I've carried a child for 9 months and another for 11 weeks and I don't have this "fat ass" so shut your mouth! Maybe I should tell him all those cigarettes he is going outside to smoke are going to KILL HIM, or that he already smells of death. That kind of Trumps a fat ass, don't you think? Death or a fat ass....hmmmm I'll take a fat ass please!
P.S. I haven't been blogging in a while because this pregnancy has left me extremely tired and nauseous. I had an ultrasound yesterday and we went to Stillwater for the day. I will post about it later!
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