Random Acts of Kindness are too Random

There is nothing better than getting online or watching the news and hearing about someone being kind to another for no reason other than it's the right thing to do. It makes me feel that maybe there is hope for the human race.  Buying the persons food behind you at the drive-thru, helping a stranger by giving them extra gas in their car at the station, taking water to a crew of construction workers that you see out in the hot sun.... there are a million things that people can do to join this movement of kindness and I would give nothing more then to see more of it.  Maybe the media doesn't cover it because they suck and only want to show bad news.  I hope that anyone who reads this, really thinks about how easy it would be to share an act of kindness.  Do it, spread it, keep it going.  It shouldn't be random acts of kindness, it should be daily acts of kindness.  Do one thing everyday for someone else, no matter how small you think it is, it may mean the world to them, you don't know what there life is like, what their struggle is, they could have a shitty life and you made it better by one simple gesture.  Come on world, let's make a difference.

Transformers 4 Sucks

I have been a fan of the Transformer's since I was a little girl so of course when the movies started coming out, I was super stoked. 1 through 3 was amazing, I loved the storyline, the special effects were bad ass and the cast was perfect. The cute little dorky guy just got hotter as the movies came along and Megan Fox.... it's fucking Megan Fox, she is a beautiful woman and a good actress.  Fast forward to Transformers 4: Age of Extinction and I was very upset, fuck it, I was pissed off.  Where was my cute guy, where the hell did Megan Fox go?  Who the fuck did the casting?  Mark Wahlburg, are you serious? Then the icing on the shit cake is a damn blonde bitch that no one knows instead of Megan Fox.  Who the hell is Nicole Peltz?  Exactly.  I tried to give it a chance and watch it but it's not the same and never will be. I couldn't take it serious that Mark Wahlburg was that chicks dad, it wasn't realistic at all.  When it first saw the previews, I thought she was his girlfriend so it was creepy to watch after thinking that. I was very disappointed and sad.  No more Bumble Bee for me.  :(

Mary Kay Preyed on me when I was Weak.

I love makeup, I love girly things, and thanks to Mary Kay Incorporated, I now know that I am a little naive still.  I didn't think that I was, I thought I was a strong woman who was educated enough and street smart enough to not be misled. I was so wrong, I am still questioning how they got me involved in their bullshit, crappy, overpriced facial products.
I was a customer of Mary Kay in the beginning, I really liked the lotions and foundations.  They are fair priced and last long enough for me to justify spending the extra money.  I will buy over the counter shit now, they lost my business with they tried to steal my soul.  They preyed on the weakness of me just losing my job, they promised me help if I couldn't fill orders, they offered me comfort and friendship and it was all lies.  No one helped me do a damn thing but fail, big time.  I am a good salesperson, I always have been but you have got to be dumb to spend twenty dollars on a tiny tube of lipstick. It wasn't even just that, they promised help and the only help I got was telling me to basically stand around Wal-Mart or other stores and beg for business. If you are going to buy Mary Kay, just do so online and cut out these overbearing crazy women just trying to get a car.

Photography has Always been my Calling, my Passion, my First Love.

Since I was a little girl, I absolutely loved photography, I was amazed by it, curious about it, thought about it all the time, dreamed about it making me famous and oh my hell, I took so many pictures that I probably cost my mom a small fortune in film and development. We never had much money growing up so I didn't have the nicest camera or the best camera but I didn't care, it never once made me feel inferior to someone with a couple thousand dollar set-up.  I knew I had the eye and in the end, that's all that really matters. From my first Polaroid, to my latest camera...  nothing fancy but it gets the job done.
I took a photography class in high school and learned all the cool tricks you can do with an old manual camera, I learned about the rule of thirds which I break on a regular basis, I learned what interested me and I ignored the other stuff, such is life. ;)
I am now in my thirties and just starting to get noticed for my photography.  I am not complaining, better late than never, happy dance and everything.  It feels so good to do something that you love and possibly have a chance to make a little money at the same time.  It's the American dream that I have never believed in coming back around to smack me in the face and I couldn't be happier.  Lesson here is to never give up on your dreams, no matter what.  I love freezing moments in time, it's just kinda my thing.... ;)
Now for people to see my work and want it in their home, that is the true test of making it to me.... when one of my photographs hangs on the wall of a family home and makes them smile when they see it, that's the feeling I want.

13 Sins... Movie Review, Lisa Style.

I have never written a movie review before so I am not sure of the proper format.  With that being said, that's why I have a blog, because I can say whatever the hell I want in whatever way I want to.  It's invigorating really.  Back to the movie.
If you have seen this movie then you may agree with my criticism and I seriously only have one.  Just one thing ruined this amazing movie... the fucking end.  It made no sense, it pissed me off and it literally made me wish I had never wasted the time to watch it.  If you haven't watched the movie then stop right now, get on Netflix and watch it, then come back and read this.  If you have no plans to watch it then continue on but the curiosity will eat at you, I promise.
Don't get me wrong, from the first ten minutes to the last ten minutes, I was glued to the screen like a kid enjoying Saturday morning cartoons.  So the plot is basically a broke man about to get married and the wedding costs are piling up.  Feeling stressed, the guy goes to clear is head and his phone rings, It's this strange man calling to inform him that he was chosen to be on a game show.  It was creepy from the start but dude keeps listening, man of the phone tells dude to kill a fly that is in his car with him, so obviously he knows that he;s being watched.  Freaked out but curious, he listens on.  The guy tells him that if he kills the fly that $1000.00 will be added to his bank account.  Now thinking the guy is nuts, he kills the fly, his phone dings and it's his bank... money added to his account.  Dude was freaking but still curious.  He then tells the dude to eat the fly for $3000.00.  Thinking this man is nuts but really needing the money for his wedding he reluctantly eats the fly, ding goes his phone and bam $3000.00 added to his account.  It only gets creepier when the guy calls and starts telling him personal information about him and his family that no one could know and tells him the game has begun, keep his phone handy and he will receive instructions.  He has to complete 13 tasks chosen by the crazy phone guy, he has 11 left.  to make a long story short, the tasks grew more scary, crazy and violent but he kept going, he was almost there.  the 13th was he had to kill someone and he did and he got the money added to his account and everything is fine and dandy until the end when he grows a conscience and all of the sudden wants to investigate.  He ends up running into the main cop at his crime scene, cleaning it up.  The cop was involved the whole time and was making everything go away for this guy, he got away with everything, full bank account, beautiful fiance but no, let's fuck it up... so he shoots the cop.  The end. Seriously.  I wasted time out of my precious life to watch that shit. He completed the tasks, police cover up, it was a little game the higher up officers played.  BUT HE WAS IN THE CLEAR, til he shot the cop.  then his phone dings and all the money is gone.  Where is his defense fund?  He fucked that up.  Highly disappointed in what could have been a happy ending movie but sucked instead.

I Hate Glitter Nail Polish, but I swear I am Addicted.

I love shiny things, always have since I was a little girl, anything that sparkles in the light, the brilliance of the dancing glitter and how it changes when it moves. The jewels do not even need to be real to make me smile.  I can't tell the difference between a diamond or a cubic thingy anyway, to me they are both radiant and beautiful, one just happens to cost a fucking ridiculous amount for one little stone so I stick with my fake ones.  I am easily amused, I am fully aware, it's the little things that make me happy. Glitter nail polish makes me so happy but when it's time to take it off, I would rather shoot myself in the face.  I always fill in the peeled off spots with more nail polish until it's so damn thick it's fucking ridiculous!!!!!!!  I am a glutton for punishment I guess because I keep fucking doing it. Damn shiny things.

Great Video. I am at 2:07 ;)

How to Make a Marriage Last, Happily.

I am no marriage expert by any means but I have had several relationships and considering all information and experience combined, I would say I am pretty close to expert level,  ;)   I was young once and back then, everyone didn't have some kind of STD like kids these days do. You almost need to get tested every 6 months and keep an updated file on your persons to have sex in today's society. I know if I wasn't married, I would be terrified to let a man put his penis in me, it's like... have you had your shots and where is your STD free card?  Thank heavens I am happily married and do not have to deal with that ever again.  WOW, I got off subject but if you know my writing style then you know that I am all over the place.  ADD writing maybe?  Just ADD? Who knows, I have not been tested for that.  Okay back to topic, my husband and I have been married for five years together for six and we both feel like we are in our honeymoon phase still, it never ended and we figured out why... We never stopped dating, we keep things fresh and new, we are always honest about what we want sexually and emotionally and we actually listen to each others needs and fill those needs as we can.  I don't act like he is my husband, I mean I recognize it of course but in my mind, I am still chasing him, still pursuing him, still doing the sweet things  I did when we were dating, the things that made him fall in love with me.  I only want him to be happy and I will do what I can everyday to make him smile.  I am very secure in my marriage and I know my husband would say the same.  He is my best friend and we tell each other everything.  There are still real men out there that want to be good husbands and if you find one, I hope you will see it and never let it get away.  Good luck. Happy dating forever.

Mary Kay, Maybe not so Women Empowering After All.

Three months in and I already feel like just a number, wait I am (3719).  I thought getting into this that I would really be Empowering Women, like they say, I was empowered, I believe in the products but because I am different I do not think I will ever be treated fairly in this company.  I am covered in tattoos, none of which are offensive but let's get real, we are in the bible belt and Mary Kay is an old fashioned company, they can't handle the newness and awesomeness that I could bring to this company because no one can see past my tattoos.  I am a pretty cool person, I go out of my way to help others, I am a loving wife and awesome friend, I don't get it. The bible says thou shall not judge, so why are people so quick to do it anyway?  Do they go to church on Sunday and repent and then start again Monday morning?  Seems to be the case so far into my research.

Crazy Cat Lady is an Understatement.

My Baby Otis.

My moms cat Ming.

Otis and Daisy.

my husband and I have three dogs, four cats and three bearded dragons. It cost a lot to feed them all and we're broke as fuck but I wouldn't trade them for the world. It doesn't matter how bad I fuck up, my animals  still love me unconditionally. As long as I make sure they have a clean place to shit, food and water, then it's golden. I have one cat that is such a neat freak that he will not even go into a dirty room, even if you have a steak. he will take a shit right in front of the cat box to let us know that the cleanliness is not to his liking. it is a financial struggle sometimes and a juggling system of walking and play time, a well worth the trouble though. I love my furbabies and my reptile babies. It keeps shit interesting in my life, which is one thing I must have or I will go crazy, Crazier I mean. I may live in a zoo and I do feel overwhelmed by the cost at times but one thing that makes it easier, is knowing that I am never alone. Even if I feel that way sometimes.

My baby Boy Rufio

Garfield 

Nermal and Lex fighting as usual

Swimming time.

Sunday Funday with the Husband!

Mu husband and I woke up at 6 a.m and decided to make a day of it since we were both feeling good.  We went to Dunkin Donuts and ate breakfast tacos, which are pretty tasty, grabbed some coffee to go and drove to Beaver fork Lake to eat in the park. No one was there and the mist over the water made it so you couldn't tell the sky from the water, no ending, no beginning, just pure beauty.  I have been to that park too many times to count but this was the first time I have seen it so gorgeous.  We ate on the park bench and my husband fed the geese sausage and hash browns so that was interesting.  We took goofy photographs and held each other, I still get butterflies, even after five years his breath on my neck still gets to me.  Our key to happiness is to act like we are still dating.  We do spontaneous things, we act like children sometimes, we rarely fight and even then, it's more like a small argument if that.  We always talk things out and keep everything honest.  He is my best friend and I don't want to ever know what my life would be like without him. I got off track there a little bit, anyway, we had our breakfast, took goofy photo's, made out a smidgen and decided to go pick blackberries off of a roadside bush.  Got our bag of berries  (along with lots of splinters) and took off to the community garden in town to get some more goodies. Onions, tomato's, cucumber, garlic, lots of other stuff that my husband will use to cook with, I suck at cooking. We had a great day and all before noon.  Still time to go home and nap and that's just what we did.  Ah the married life.  Loving it.

My Fucked Up Life A chapter anyway

I should totally write a book about my crazy life, family and this fucked up world we live in today.  To sum things up, My mom passed away, my father doesn't care if I live or die because he is too busy making sure his two replacement kids have everything, the life I was supposed to have.  My sister and I live in the same house but can't stand each other, never a word spoken.  My niece and I used to be so close that I considered her more of a daughter than a niece. She now lives a town over, we have no contact, she just had a baby and is married to a jerk that thinks his dog is his best friend that died, reincarnated. He is an absolute idiot, he has another child that he can't even see so his solution to that problem was easy.... knock up my niece and then he has a new child to throw in the face of the first.  Way to be a good stand up man. A replacement child, sounds so familiar it hurts sometimes.  I am not innocent in all of this at all, I said horrible things, acted like a child at times, and didn't think it would ever go this far. I guess no one does when they spew words of hatred out of fear. I know that now, I didn't want to lose my niece to a piece of shit man that I would be pretending to like just to be able to see my family. So I pushed them away before it could happen to me. Again. One day she will understand why I acted the way I did, until then, I live my life by my rules. I needed medication to control my depression and now things are better but whats done is done.  I have no regrets.

Yesterday is Over, Today Sucks, What Will Tomorrow hold? Irony Rules.

Everyday I feel different, some are better than others, there are those few that daunt me and make me question my own life's worth.  I continue, each day hoping it will be different, better. I made it through the two year anniversary of my mothers death with my life and maybe, just maybe a little hope that it does get easier.  I almost feel guilty for feeling that way, it's a crazy fucked up way to think, (welcome to my world) but I know she would want me to be better but I feel guilty for feeling better, like her life has less value this year than last. I still don't have a job, other than Mary Kay, which I hardly consider a job.  It's avoiding overly fake happy directors that could really give two shits about you, as long as I am making my minimum order, which is all I do.  I love the makeup, it's not that, it's the fact that I don't feel very social at the moment and you kinda need to be to sell people stuff.  So I sit here broke, counting out change for cigarettes and skipping lunch but I have a bag full of shit that I could sell and have money.  Oh the irony.

Orange is the new Black in two days. addicted much?

I watched the entire season of the show within just a couple of days. I watched episode after episode as if my next breath depended on that closure. I felt horrible because my husband and I were using them as a sort of date night thing so we would watch them together. That quickly changed when I decided that it was worse than crack, I had to see what would happen next. I power watched each show skipping pee breaks, drinking extra coffee religiously, chain smoking,  in fact,  I bet that's what crack really feels like. I was a nervous wreck,  nail biting and all.  It's been a long time since something on television excited me,  kept me thinking for a week about what was going to happen next. The good thing about Netflix is you don't have to wait until the next week,  you can watch it all. Bam. I was trapped watching, I couldn't stop, now I have no more episodes to watch and I have to wait for season three to come out.  I will die by then, I have to know what is going to happen.  I got a pretty good idea as I am sure we all do.  Mean ass V got ran the fuck down by the awesome cancer lady, Piper made it so Alex will be back next season. I can't wait to see where Jengi Kohen is going with the story and I hope it lasts forever. At least longer than Weeds did.

Sometimes you just wanna feel numb.

I sit at home on the two year anniversary of my mothers death and I find myself in the worst stage of emptiness that I have felt in a long while.  I really don't know what to do with myself today, I don't feel like going out, There is nothing on T.V and my mind is all over the place.  The only thing that is real is the fact that she is gone, I am wearing her ashes in my necklace, I still smell her, the fresh scent of the Gardenia bush outside forbids me to forget her favorite smells. I have taken an extra anxiety pill today (prescribed) but it doesn't seem to have any effect on what it's up against, it doesn't know my level of anxiety.  I shall have another because today... I just want to feel numb, nothing, an emotionless day if you will. All I know is that when I feel like I do today, I write, no proofreading, (except for spelling) just typing my heart out, putting myself out there for the world to see, to judge, to do and say whatever they want.  I am not sure why I write about how I feel so much, maybe I hope that I will touch someone, somewhere and they will see that it is okay to express and accept how you feel, no matter how shitty it is. I dream to be a writer someday but that's just what people say when they want to be "recognized" for their work.  I could give two shits about recognition, I AM A WRITER, I write, therefore I am a writer. Will I get noticed one day for my smart ass mouth and sometimes cool TV show critiques, probably not.  That does not stop me, I have had this blog since 2010 and have very few page views or entry counts.  I am still writing because one day I will get the satisfaction that I desire.... I want to help someone, speak to someone, make a person think, laugh, anything as long as they feel something that I set out to do every time I sit at this laptop with a cigarette in one hand and a cup of coffee nearby. I am taking a nap. I miss you Mama, not a day goes by that I don't think about you and everything you are to me still.  I hope you are proud of the woman I have become.

When I grow up, I am going to be a .............

When I am home alone, I often wonder why I am here, what is my purpose, what am I supposed to be doing?  Why can I not just see it?  I never remember being little and saying, "when I grow up, I want to be a (insert unattainable goal here). No doctor, lawyer, famous singer, nothing, I remember nothing.  My mom told me that I never had an answer but she knew I would figure it out with time.  Time has come, time has past, shit is real now, I got bills and shit, and I still have the same answer, I don't know.  It's kinda bullshit because I have tried things, different jobs, different classes, hoping to find the one subject that spoke to my heart and gave me joy, still nothing.  Now I sell Mary Kay cosmetics and skin care.  Seriously?  Anyone who knows me also knows that I have always been sort of a tom boy so the fact that I am wearing makeup and selling it also is fucking crazy.  I have changed a lot in the last few years, I finally turned into a girl, started a shoe collection, buying designer jeans online, becoming a label whore, wearing more makeup and even experimenting with crazy eye color combinations. What the hell has happened to me?  Is this what I am supposed to be doing?  I suppose so because here I am planning makeup orders and putting pictures online to showcase products.  Seriously what the fuck is going on here?  My life is so amusing sometimes and other times it is a long line of fuck up after fuck up.  This old man that I waited on everyday at this restaurant I worked at once always used to call me Can't get right.  A lovely nickname if I do say so myself and it's followed me into adulthood.  Now what do I do?  The usual.... Fly by the seat of my pants and see where I land next.

The $5.00 is now the $10.00. wow how times have changed.

I was just sitting around thinking about when I was younger,  my friends would call me for a ride somewhere. It usually went something like this, "hey if you're not doing anything it'd be sweet if you could give a ride to blah blah's house,  I'll give you five bucks."  The answer was always the same, where you at? I'm on my way. Back then,  you could get a pack of cigarettes and still have some left over for gas.  Now, I dare a motherfucker to ask me for a ride for nothing less than a ten. Plain and simple. The ten is the new five. You can't buy shit with five bucks.  Taco Bell is even trying to get gangster and charge more for their same old shit. Just a random thought that I would share the stupid shit that goes through my crazy ass head. But my friends know they can ask me for a ride anytime. As long as it's not too early and they have ten bucks. HA.

Orange is the New Black.... Best Show Ever.

Netflix has impressed me once more, damn them.  I love watching whole seasons of a show at a time, I apparently need to be instantly gratified and simply cannot wait a mere seven days to see what happens.  I think I have pretty much watched all of the good movies, most of the television shows, and now I am hooked on Orange is the new black. Jengi Kohan wrote it so of course I knew I would be a fan. She wrote Weeds, just in case you didn't know.  I was a big fan of Weeds and sad to see it go.  Now I know that this show is the reason, so I am over my anger of no more Weeds.
 Season one was amazing, I am in awe at the characters and the way they are personified in such a different yet empathetic way. I started season two last night and the first episode scared me when they moved Piper.  I thought they we're going with a whole new character plot and introducing new people and if so, I don't think I would watch.  Thankfully episode one ended with a BAM moment, big shocker there and now Piper is back with the characters that I fell in love with.  Red is getting her attitude back, crazy eyes is growing a pair, Piper is kinda scary now and my favorite part is they are going back in time and showing each character as a child and how they got to where they are now, with some shockers along the way.  I am impressed and hooked. It's a Netflix original series so you might want to go ahead and pay that $7.99 a month. The show itself is worth that but there are also some really good independent movies that are really good as well.

Flying by the seat of my pants. Husband supported.

I have always been a "fly by the seat of my pants" type of girl.  Never planning,  never thinking of the consequences of my actions until it's too late.  Now I am unemployed too.  I fucking rock.  I have an amazing husband that supports my craziness, even promotes it sometimes.  I had a shitty job at the tobacco store, I was the manager so it was a good job but I was treated like shit and overworked.  There is an entry on here about me quitting said shitty job, if you'd like to read it.  Anyway, my husband encouraged me to quit because it was killing me, aging me and breaking my spirit.  Then he supported my decision to take a little break and find myself again.  When I was working so much, (6 A.M til 6 or 7 P.M) I had no time to do anything for myself or anything with my husband.  Our marriage was on the rocks, my sanity was fading fast, my district manager could give two shits about what was going on, it was a mess.  I hadn't been outside during the daylight in a year and a half unless it was to go to the bank to make the deposit.  Thank God if we needed change or store supplies, that was another short trip.  When work errands become the only good part of your day, it's time to make a change. Since quitting I have slept in, done nothing some days, written others, taken pictures, drove my one year old new car around that I couldn't enjoy except for seeing it in the parking lot at work.  I see life in a whole new light since my mama passed away, life is too damn short to be miserable. I am selling Mary Kay now, I love it.  It's on my terms so I sell what I want, when I want. There is a lot of pressure on my husband to be the sole provider right now but he is amazing and never lets me down.  He lifts me up and encourages me to do what makes me happy, even if I don't know what that is right now.  I am looking into a few things, I am a good business woman, I am a people person like crazy, I never meet a stranger and I am kinda competitive so when I get my mind set on something...It's a done deal.  I just want to make people happy, that makes me happy.  How do I incorporate the two things into one awesome life plan?  Hmmm???  I will have to think on that one. Right now, I am the happiest yet the most scared I have ever been in my life.  We don't make enough money to pay my car payment, (2 months behind now) I don't have car insurance and my phone will be shut off in 6 days. I cannot fret, for everything always works out in the end, I don't know how but it does. My husband is a damn magician ninja sometimes and I couldn't be more appreciative of the man he is, allowing me the time I need to be the woman I am supposed to be.  The woman I can be, The woman I will be.

My Mama was awesome......... Stop spoiling your kids, they are assholes.

As many of you know, my mother was a very awesome person. Anyone who knew her and had the chance to hang out with her knew she still had that 60's spirit and can do/will do attitude.  She was amazing.  I lost her to cancer in July of 2012, my life will never be the same.  She was my best friend, my counselor, my confidant, my everything.  When I say, she knew everything about me, I mean EVERYTHING!  There were no secrets.  She knew when I was on drugs, she knew when I was drinking, cheating, being stupid and careless....she knew it all.  She allowed me to make my own decisions, no matter how blatantly horrible the outcome was going to be. she let me fall, to learn to get back up. She allowed me to fuck up and I know it sounds nuts to some people and I don't mean I was 14 or 15 while all this was going on, I was over 18, had a job, my own place, and was going to college. She always said, "I'm not always going to be around to fix things when you fuck up, practice now". :)
She was taken to soon, she was only 63 years old, it's not fair.  I feel cheated like I didn't get enough time with her and I didn't. I know some people have lost they're mothers even sooner than I lost mine so I feel fortunate to have had the time I did, but I'd be a liar if I said it was enough.  We had plans, she wanted a hover round because it was hard for her to get around and my mom had so many things left undone.  I almost feel like it's my destiny to fulfill the things she wanted to do.  She was the most unselfish person in the world, she ALWAYS put others before herself, always.  It amazed me and angered me sometimes, all at once because I wanted her to make herself happy first.  She would always say that seeing other people happy is what made her happy and that's why she did it.  "Happiness is like a reflection", she said, "what you give comes back, how you treat others reflects back to you".  I really miss her.  I had to work for things that I wanted, nothing free, no handouts.  She wasn't mean, I had a cell phone (so she could track my ass) and if I didn't answer, oh shit, I was in trouble. Long ass story short, my mama was the best mom ever, she raised me to be independent if need be but allowed me to accept love into my life but not to be dependent on a man or anyone for that matter.  Kids these days have been handed everything on a silver platter and they suck.  No one has jobs anymore, still living at moms, she's still doing their laundry and cooking while their adult child plays video games all day and has no intent to be a productive member of society.  What the hell is going to happen when we are all old and these fuckers are running our government?  It's fucked now.  We are fucked.  This generation of "gimmies" doesn't look like it's getting any better so pray or do what you do, then move to Canada or Europe somewhere, at least over their, you are treated like a human not a number.  Wow, got way of track on this one.  HA  story of my life.  Point is, my mom was awesome and most moms today have it all wrong.  And no I am not a mom and I know nothing.  It's an opinion and freedom of speech and those are rights that all Americans have, some people are just afraid to be honest, afraid of what others will think.  who gives a shit? If I learned anything, the most important thing she taught me was that you only get one life, use it wisely. I Love you mama and I thank you for the strong woman that you helped me to become!  You're a star in the sky and I know you are with me still.  I will miss you everyday. <3

I quit my Job!!!!! I feel amazing.

So, I have worked at the tobacco store for almost 5 years, the last year and a half, I was the manager. My salary was $420.00 a week, after taxes and forced insurance, oh and paid every two weeks as well.... my BRING HOME was a whopping $630.66 for 70+ hours a week.  That equals out to $315.33 a week!!!  BULLSHIT.  No allowed overtime for employees, only allowed two employees.  I was considered manager and day cashier, then my 2 employees switched out nights.  I never had a day off, I didn't have time during the day to do paperwork or ordering because I had to wait on customers.  Only one person at work at a time.  BULLSHIT.  That store was in the ghetto, we had been robbed twice before and broken into several times.  Safety first, two people should have been there at all times. Anyway, now that you have the back story, oh and I wasn't even allowed to lock the door to use the bathroom, I still did and he can suck it but this is the kind of shit I had to put up with.  My hours were supposed to be from 6 a.m til 1 p.m but no, my help couldn't come in until 1 so by the time we switched out drawers, counted lottery, did paperwork, blah,blah..... I was there all day doing MY job after 2.  So on May 6, 2014, I had enough.  I had been begging my district manager for another employee during the day because I was so busy that I couldn't get shit done.  He put me off and said he'd come look at my numbers and check.  Motherfucker, you can see my computer from any other computer so quit lying and putting me off.  AHHH.  I have no respect for this man.  My night employee called in and my other night employee was out of town. Great, another 16 hour day.  Fucking yay.  So I called my district manager and he acted like it was no big deal.  Fuck him.  Overworked and WAY underpaid.  I started grabbing my shit and bounced.  I did lock up all the money, left post it notes letting whoever know what was where and needed info, I left my keys behind labeled, locked up nicely, slid key under door, peace the fuck out.  Here I come life.... I sure have missed you.  I didn't even realize what all that job stole from me over the last 2 years.  I haven't written that much because I have been living and doing.  Some bad stuff, some good.  ;) LIVING.  You only get one life.....use it wisely.  I will fill you in on the dirt later.  Juicy.  LOL.  Now the new manager has a cashier in the day with her.  ugh, that's all I wanted. It's ok, both employees quit so he spent a pretty penny replacing me.  HA.

customers pissing cashiers off Part 2.

I do not want your sweaty boob money, you are disgusting. Buy a fucking wallet please. Oh and keep that shit in your stinky man sock too, I don't want that either. Stop coming in with a Cool Whip container or a nasty sock full of change (yes, it's happened) and then tell me it's all silver then it's nothing but pennies with one nickel shining through every now and then. Fuck you, go to the coinstar and cash that shit in. While you're at it, change out of your pajamas,  you look lazy and stupid. It only takes a minute to get dressed, damn. I hear it all the time, I don't care, I just woke up and I'm still half asleep.  That makes me feel safe,  driving across town to get smokes but you can't even get dressed. And you're half asleep.  Great. It just bothers me.  I don't know why,  I know it's pety.  I was just brought up differently I guess. You just didn't leave the house in your night clothes. Ok. Rant over. Continue your day.