Slag

Just a quick update. I'm going to be really busy this week, so ten to one, I won't be able to update for a bit. Before I leave on my little absence, I'll share with you how screwed up my job really is:

Remember KB? Well, she had her baby and is now on maternity leave. KB was the one who did all the scheduling. The job went to a co-manager.

He has no fucking idea what the fuck he's doing. So, he lets the computer do all the scheduling.

The schedules are now insanely fucked up. Mine included. I'll have to go into work on Monday in order to fix next week's schedule. (Did I mention I'm not on it... at all?)

And this is a goddamned co-manager. A classic case of how to succeed in business without a fucking brain.

--Weasel, "Sad, ain't it?"

She's Lost It

Then again, she never had it to begin with.

--Weasel, "You go, girl."

Save Screech's House

Seriously, buy a shirt so Screech won't end up homeless.

--Weasel, not a Saved By The Bell fan, but thinks this just plain sucks.

And They Call Themselves "Pro-Life"

Or so they claim.

You are reading that correctly; these pukes are threatening a 15-year-old girl. I'm not surprised. After all, these were some of the shit-eating retards who were more than happy to refer to Chelsea Clinton as a "dog" while her dad was in office. (She was about the same age as Ava.) And remember, these assholes vote:

*It's people like you who need to fucking die and get raped while your corpse rots in the sun.

*Fuck you, I would jack off on your parents if I could. If you don't like the team, get out of the park. That means take ur small dick and get the fuck off of my homeland you faggot chocolate gulper.

*You are a TRAITOR to your country and should be executed for treason. All you do is bitch about the US. If you hate it so much, why don't you GET THE FUCK OUT.

*Are you a muslem [sic] terrorist?

They are more than goddamned happy to threaten a child with death, but these sorry fuckwads scream blue murder if a woman even dares think about having an abortion. "U cant kill ur babby ur teh ebil libuhril if u dooo!!!!11111!!!"

Guess you'd rather wait 'til they left the womb before they are brutally tortured and die, huh? It's true. You fucks really don't care about children at all.

--Weasel, losing even more of her faith in humanity... and there ain't a shitload left

By the way, if you want to see more of Ava's work, just click here. I nearly peed my pants watching this one. It's hilarious. The music is abso-fucking-lutely perfect.

The Bitch is Back!

This bitch, to be exact.

It seems Ms Mallory, or as I've taken to calling her, Daisy Pukes, just won't keep her damn fool mouth shut. She's trying to take her bitchfest to the state. Different day, same stream of bullshit.

Her appeal will continue the debate that began when Mallory filed complaints against each of the six books, writing that they included -- quote -- "evil themes, witchcraft, demonic activity, murder, evil blood sacrifice, spells and teaching children all of this."

Yeah, not like that other book. You know the one. The Bible. There's nothing "evil" in there... (If ya believe that, I got a bridge I can sell ya, real cheap.)

Speaking of bitches, S came back from her vacation yesterday. She's been smiling and chatting and hugging(!) all the other associates, me excluded. Not that I'd want to hug her, mind you. (Suppresses the urge to barf.)

--Weasel, "Damn, I was enjoying all that peace and quiet."

Ick Factor 11, Mr. Sulu!

A couple of days ago I was in the breakroom at work and got into an interesting conversation with some of the associates who have worked in Dairy. It seems one of the older associates who works in that department, "A", has a tendency not to pull his weight, not take criticism well, takes too damn long doing his work, and won't do anything useful unless management is hovering around.

That wasn't the worst of it.

One of the associates sitting at the table, "N", mentioned that A had made a pass at her.

N is 20. A is at least 45 or 50.

If that doesn't make your skin crawl, this will: A is a serial sexual harasser. He's harassed at least 12 people, one of which has filed a lawsuit against our store. (He rubbed himself up against this poor woman.) Management knows about this. They have done absolutely nothing against A; he has yet to be disciplined in any way, shape, or form over his repulsive behavior. The store manager himself admits that A won't stop it. But nothing is done.

A also happens to be a conservative Christian who lives at home with his mom and dad. (Guess the real world was just too big, bright and scary for him to move out.) He's always mentioning the Bible and Jesus and all that crap.... wonder what Jesus would think of his behavior?

--Weasel, feeling the need to take a shower... eeew!

It's Revolution, Baby!

Pokémon Battle Revolution, that is. It's a new Pokémon game coming to the Wii system in 2007. Take a look thanks to YouTube.



Now, there's also going to be an RPG aspect to this game, and I'm hoping it's another foray into Orre (hey, that rhymed). If it is another Orre adventure, I pray to Primus that Nintendo gets its head out of its ass and gives us the option to play as a fricking female! Two Orre adventures and both of them were sausage fests! You weren't given the option to play as a girl! For the love of Primus, Nintendo, please fix that. Give us some more Legendary Shadows to Snag, while you're at it. I would shit kittens if given the chance to Snag and Purify a Mew!

For more details, you can always hit Serebii.net for info and pics.

--Weasel, already saving her pennies to buy a Wii and Battle Revolution

First, Do No Harm

We have another one.

Yep, another pharmacist who won't fill a prescription for birth control. Only this time, he was fired and tried to claim discrimination. The judge sided with the company. Intelligence ruled, for once.

But it may not rule for long.

Yet again, we will have pharmacists who will refuse to do their fucking job, and they will not get penalized for shirking their duties. And again, they'll claim it was on moral grounds.

I just have one question for these idiots: if you're not going to fill a prescription for birth control, why do you numbskulls not have a problem filling other prescriptions? Aren't you fucking around with "God's will" if you give a 97 year old man Viagra? How the hell do you know that "God" wants said 97 year old man to have a boner? What about chemo? If a cancer patient is meant to live, they won't need the drugs, now will they? They can just pray away the tumors!

If you have a problem with fulfilling your duties where you work, you are in the wrong career. Get a new one.

--Weasel, who doesn't have the luxury of refusing to serve asshole customers at her job.

6/6/06

Behold the Anti-Christ!

Well, she did release a book today. But that travesty cannot possibly compare to the slime that she spews from her second asshole (aka her mouth):

"These self-obsessed women seem genuinely unaware that 9-11 was an attack on our nation and acted like as if the terrorist attack only happened to them. They believe the entire country was required to marinate in their exquisite personal agony. Apparently, denouncing bush was part of the closure process."

But wait! There's more!

"These broads are millionaires, lionized on TV and in articles about them, reveling in their status as celebrities and stalked by griefparrazies. I have never seen people enjoying their husband’s death so much."

And people find her attractive. Unbe-fucking-lieveable. It makes me want to projectile vomit.

Other than that little incident, Satan did not show his face anymore throughout the day. Damn, and I was gearing up for the end of the world.....

Speaking of which, S has been on vacation for the past week and a half. It has been a very quiet, very peaceful 10 days. Gods, I hope she never comes back. But there's more.

The Sow is leaving. Her husband got a job somewhere else and she has to leave. Under normal circumstances, I'd be bouncing off the walls with glee. Not this week.

One of our former associates was diagnosed earlier in the month with cancer. Stage IV. Terminal. We got an update three days ago. Doctors only gave him two weeks. Two weeks.

It all came back. In one big rush, it all came back. I've had flashbacks off and on for the past few days; all I can think about is Wavebreaker and that awful morning in December. It's been almost six months and I just want to lay in bed and cry. But I can't.

Heaven knows my company would say that such time would be unexcused.

--the extremely depressed Weasel