we make single-celled organisms look HOT
April 10, 2008
Work is being a cock.
One week, we work 70+ hours, and the next…we’re going home 3 out of five days and barely scraping by with 40. The distribution industry can be a real mofo. But a high-paying mofo, so I’m not really “complaining” perse…just blowing off steam. Besides, I had a week off to recover from that nasty virus, so I should be throwing heavy things around with ease this week. Weeee!
Except not really. Taking a week off from a job like mine sucks balls, because it gives your muscles a chance to relax. And relaxed muscles are so not a good thing when there is heavy lifting, bending, twisting…and let’s not forget the bitch that is squatting…required.
Cool Co-Worker has invited me to a party at her house on Saturday night. Our little group has become like a tiny satellite organism…an amoeba, if you will. We regularly acquire new pieces while some pieces break off temporarily or permanently (usually after being *eh hem* fired), as the case may be.
The Ameoba, that’s us. There’s me, Cool Co-Worker, Slim, Jesus Boy, and occasionally Lady’s Man. Sometimes others. We’re that annoying group of assholes in the corner booth at your favorite neighborhood restaurant who seemingly have no purpose other than to eat like pigs, talk loudly, distract your waitress and just generally piss you off.
We rule so fucking hard. And you should bow before our Ameoba-ness.
Saturday should be interesting. The Boyfriend does not have to be at work until 8 that night, so it should be fun trying to shower and primp and stuff with him in the same room. Weeeee, coupledom!
I’m not very good at couple-type stuff. I’m used to being alone most of the time, and so for me it’s like making a huge adjustment to the way I live. I don’t think I’ll be jumping up and down to co-habitate anytime soon. I’m not too thrilled about having someone know I bite my toenails…or that I tweeze my legs…or I leave clothes, like, everywhere…oh, and wet towels, too. My environment must be at least 70 degrees at all times, or I will melt like the Wicked Witch of the West after Dorothy threw water on her. I wear my hair up most of the time, and sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I bare an uncanny (and uncomfortable) resemblance to a grouchy bulldog.
Sometimes, I’m even a total bitch. Can you believe it?
