Why do I work with such bitch(s)?

I'm having such a miserable day today I don't even have the energy to write about how wonderful my two days away at the cabin were. For those of you who were looking forward to hearing the details of my trip, I'm sorry. I hope tommorrow will be a better day.

I was terrified of going to work today because when Carrie is mad, she is M-A-D and today she was mad at me... I was supposed to go to breakfast yesterday morning with everybody from work but I was still at the lake and I had completely forgotten about it until I got the message from Frances on my phone yesterday afternoon, asking me if I was still planning on coming out that morning. Has anyone reading ever felt like their ears were on fire? Burning ears, that's what I had because I knew Carrie had been bitching about me all day.
I don't think I deserve that. There were no definitive plans about going out for breakfast on Thursday morning and I had told them all that there was a possibility that we would be staying for two nights.

But when I got the message I knew I was in shit... Carrie came to pick me up for work today, late. When I say late I mean it was like 20 to 11 and I was being punished. She said that she had driven past and felt bad when she was just about to work and came back for me, Like SHE was being the bigger person by coming back.

I got into the car and felt instant shame. I wanted to cry. She let me know how shitty I had treated them all and that I was being punished. She was nasty to me for half the night which made me sad and angry.

If anyone remembers how Nicky Hermary was, Carrie is like her twin.
When she doesn't like you, you're screwed... I have no idea in retrospect, why I agreed to work under her.

So anyways Carrie kept asking me throughout the night what was wrong, like she didn't know.
I held it together right until the end of the night when she gave me shit for a crappy Michelin call I took. It was on Tuesday when we were having France's pot luck birthday and at about 10 after 11 I got a Michelin Pax call... and I admit I was trying to get the customer off the phone. I wanted to enjoy the party and the food everyone had made before it got cold. But admitting that, Carrie was right behind me... FINISH THE CALL FINISH THE CALL FINISH THE CALL.

I didn't properly document it and it's my fault... but she berated me in front of about 10 people, plus my supervisor Michele and then tried acting like my best friend when I couldn't take anymore and started to cry. I have a best girlfriend thank you and she would never do something that to me.

I feel like a failure this morning.
I am so out of touch with my family, it feels superficial.
I haven't been treating Pete the way he deserves. He is the person that loves me no matter what and I don't feel like I give him enough credit, he is so loyal to me, treats me so well, I love him so much... he'll be the one coming home this morning and comforting me as I cry about all of this.
I have been a bitch to my friends. Like I think I am better then them, when did I go and get such a big f'ing head? Double checking to check that my shit actually stinks. Those friends know who they are.
Work is the one place where I feel like the King of the castle.
I pride myself on knowing my shit. I feel like everyone thinks I'm an idiot.

So on top of this Carrie trying to act like my best friend, She starts to tell me that I'm going to come over and spend the day with her, sleep at her place, with no regard to the way I am so completely angry at her at that very moment. I couldn't wait to get away from her. I didn't even want her to drive me home but she insisted, and I don't need to fight with her anymore.

I don't know how long I can do this. Maybe this isn't worth it.

So I stopped at Harrys Foods on the way home to pick up some comfort food, but as of yet have not touched it, I don't have the urge.

Then I get home to these 3 e-mails, two from Melinda which I admit I deserve and sadly don't know how to respond to, and I certainly am not going to get into that whole problem right now... the people who know what I mean, know what I mean. Whatever that means.

Then the e-mail from my sister, god Katt I miss you too. I do understand that you can't come home for Christmas but that doesn't stop me from weeping over it. I didn't really give you a proper send off. Mom gave me your address so lets write letters. Christmas will not be the same here without you, we can't exactly fed ex you the smiles on our faces, or see yours in return.
And how do you send a hug through the mail. I wish you were here right now, as much as I know how you hate to hug me, I could really use one of your hugs right now.

Thanks for listening

Josh

Then there is my Joshy.

Oh god what do I say about Josh?
I love him!
So very, very much.

He drives me crazy, that’s for sure, with his JST (Josh Standard Time) – Anytime he gives you an estimated time of arrival he goes above that by about an hour.
He is never on time.

I have disliked every one of his girlfriends since Cheryl (she was his fiancee)
who sadly died.
She was a sweetie alright.

And since then I feel like every girl he has dated has been trashing the memory of Cheryl, it’s like he doesn’t want to replace her but he doesn’t want to be alone.
It makes me sad because the women that he ends up going for treat him badly or have really bad habits that keeps them from being the type of girl that Josh can settle down with.

Some of you might read this and think that there is something underlying here with my feelings for Josh, a sort of Dawson and Joey- like relationship that might cause me to feel this way.
But - although Josh is close to my heart, our feelings for each other are purely platonic and I merely want him to be happy and strive for the potential that is rightly his.

He really does put up with my shit though, and I give him shit regularly. Sweetheart that he is he always makes me feel like I am right and is always apologizing and making it better when he has done something wrong.

Josh and I met when we were both going through a very hard time emotionally in our lives.
Josh had a girlfriend who was ill in and out of the hospital and me, well that's another story...

About 4 years ago or so I was lying in a hospital bed, wishing my life was over, wanting to die.
I had attempted to kill myself shortly after my best friend was lost to suicide.
I had gotten into a bad relationship with a guy 3 years older then me, who had pressured me into having sex, gotten me pregnant and when I had an abortion, (which I was co-erced into after the promise that he would stick by me) he dumped me and told my friends I was a liar and a whore and they left me too.

I was alone.

I had to be supervised in the hospital because I was still a high risk for a repeat attempt.
Josh, who is a few years older then me was job shadowing security guards at the hospital and was assigned to sit and watch over me.

So here comes this tall gangly teenager, who looks so out of place in this ridiculous uniform, to sit down and keep me company.
He smiled and said hello and I looked up at him, nodding in reply.

And the bugger just started talking away, taking brief pauses after asking me questions, to which I would usually have a one word response.

I thought he was crazy, honest to god.

When he went for a bathroom break, my mom looked at me and said " I can’t believe that the security guard is flirting with you."

And then I told her where to go...

Because honestly, I love my mother but she can be SO wrong sometimes.
Although I thought he was crazy, I knew he was just being nice to me.

Which is why when he came back and asked me this ridiculous question I was unabashedly surprised.
He asked me why he was assigned to sit with me.
I asked him "Don’t you know?"
"Know what?" He said
" I tried to kill myself last night."
"oh…." Was his reply.
"Why?"

And with that we went on to talk about everything. And instead of asking the questions and babbling away, he listened.

He saved me that day.

While I still had a lot to work on, he had given me hope.

There was going to be other best friends and other boyfriends and other people to get to know.
I shouldn’thave been so sad to lose people that obviously weren’t good friends to begin with for leaving me on my own in my time of need.

When I was being moved to Health Sciences later that day to stay in the adolescent in-patient unit, Josh gave me a piece of paper with his e-mail address and some little doodles on it and said to me...

"When you get out of the hospital, e-mail me. I won’t forget you. You and I are going to be friends."

And 4 years later we’re not just friends, we’re best friends.

He introduced me to the love of my life, who I live with now.

Not that his intentions at our meeting was for us to hook up but he has kind of come to terms with the fact that we have.

We’re his best friends.

Josh sweetheart, I love you and I certainly wouldn't be here without you.

Cracker Jax

My dearest Jacki,

A brief stab at poetry to the girl who has been sticking by my side, talking me out of my crazy schemes like making the biggest mistakes of my life.

Oh Jacki, you came and you brought me a turkey
on my vacation away from workey... lol
Kidding Kidding, really I ought to spare you all from this, but you're suckers and you will all read the following.


Jacki

She's my constant companion
My tour guide in this place called life
Others would call her a pain in the ass
But watch what you say about my wife!
Although I don't see her everyday
I always keep her best interest at heart
Because like she always reminds me
we were really best friends from the start.
Might as well be my soulmate
Because you're sticking around till I die
And don't you dare thinking of giving in first
And making this sappy bitch cry.
I'm sorry I haven't always listened
to the way my dear Jackamabee feels
Things have changed since high school,
I guess I thought it wasn't a big deal.
But my darling girl I'm listening
tell me what you want to say,
and I'll try my best to help you
to find a better way.
I love you so much...Do you know that?
You are my very best friend
Without you who would I gab to
hours upon hours without end.
So girlie lets get us some cheesecake
We'll head our asses out to the lake
And make ourselves some memories
That no one can ever take.


* I'm so sorry Jacki. I love you*

Jenn

Honey and the moon

Honey and the moon

Don't know why I'm still afraid.
If you weren't real I would make you up... now.
I wish that I could follow through.
I know that your love is true and deep as the sea.
But right now, everything you want is wrong.
And right now, all you dreams are waking up.
And right now, I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom...Where no one lives.

Remember when we first met
And everything was still a bet in love's... game
You would call, I'd call you back
And then I'd leave a message on your answering machine

But right now, everything is turning blue.
And right now, the sun is trying to kill the moon.
And right now, I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom...Where no one lives.
Freedom. Run away tonight.Freedom. Run away. Run away tonight.

We're made out of blood and rust
Looking for someone to trust without... a fight.
I think that you came too soon;
You're the honey and the moon that lights up my night.

But right now, everything you want is wrong.
And right now, all you dreams are waking up.
And right now, I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom...Where no one lives.
Freedom. Run away tonight.Freedom. Run away. Run away tonight.

We got too much time to kill
Like pigeons on my windowsill we hang... around.
Ever since I've been with you
You hold me up all the time I'm falling down

But right now, everything is turning blue.
And right now, the sun is trying to kill the moon.
And right now, I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom
Where no one lives.Freedom. Run away tonight.Freedom. Run away. Run away tonight.Freedom. Run away. Run away tonight

Return of the Drama Queen and Andrew

More dramatics from Jenn, what a surprise...

I can't sleep. It's almost noon. I keep having these old memories flash before my eyes. I thought maybe I was craving some nostalgia so I opened up my box o' memories to read over old cards, notes from Pete (love you baby) and then I came across all of the old Andrew stuff and it made me sad.
Not because I still want to be with him... But because it reminds me of how shitty I treated him. He deserved more then that. I remember how I felt in each picture and when he wrote each word.
I saw him a week or so ago after what, a year? and he looked happy.
He told me about his new girlfriend and stories of camp and all of the shenannigans he and James have been getting into.
But he looked at me like he always did, with love and genuine admiration and I find myself thinking about it regularly... because I don't deserve it.
I turned this boy, into a man... he worshipped me and I figuratively spit in his face.... told him I didn't want him, pushed him away, countless times and then pulled him back in again.
I cry happy tears knowing that he is over me and can be happy with someone new, only I wish I was a better girlfriend memory... does anybody reading this ever feel like that?
Do you ever wish you could take back every nasty word or hurtful action? Just to make that persons life a little bit better?
I wish I could do that for Andrew.
He's a very good person, and I am not... not where it counts.
That's just my little blurb..

Under my sisters influence I have been listening to a lot of Michael Buble and I think that his song "Home" relates to the way I feel right now. I'll post it for all of you lovely readers...all 2 of you. I just want to clarify to my darling live in boyfriend of almost two years that this is a soul searching song and does not imply in any way that I have any lingering feelings for the aforementioned ex-flame. xoxo

"Home"
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home
Let me go home
I’m just too far from
where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day
has come And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be allright
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

Bus ride from hell

I fainted on the bus ride home today, it's scary to all of a sudden come to and have 10 faces crowded around you, staring...trying to figure out what is wrong with you.
The faces became blurs and I felt vomit rising in my throat and I had to get off the bus.
I remember I was sort of half asleep, half awake on the bus. I felt very flushed, like my sweater was choking me, my stomach was tight and I was having a hard time breathing, I stood up at my stop and felt a whoosh come over me and thats all I remember until being helped off the bus by the faces...
Someone asked me if I needed an ambulance but I just needed to sleep. A nice gentleman helped me to my house and asked if I was sure I would be ok. They found my dads number on my cell phone and called him... I told him I was ok but before long I was up the stairs and asleep... I felt like I was drowning. And I was scared.
And then Pete was here and I was babbling incoherently.... and more sleep.
My day was pretty normal, I went to Harrys in the morning, bought garlic bread to go with the dinner I was making for Pete and some cat food... met Jacki at Northgate for a movie, and after I just became ill... I was dizzy when I got on the bus but I thought I was ok... I think I need some kind of meds.

A rant on love, soulmates and the like

Is there a soulmate for everyone?
I mean does someone just draw two names out of a hat and say, "These two people are destined to be together for the rest of their lives." ?
And if they do... is it just chance that brings you together or is it planned?
Are there arranged meetings? Do you pass that person on the street and get a funny feeling in your stomach, a feeling that you can't explain and maybe pass off as heartburn?
What if the person you're supposed to be with dies? Do you get a second chance?
Does that person pick another name out of a hat?
Is it just the so called "good" people that get to have this happiness?
What about the "bad"? The ones that have never really reached their full potential? That strive to be mediocre and nothing really more?
Do they get one?
Are they allowed to cry? To want? To need?
I feel hollow, my days mesh into nights that mesh into more days.....
when time stops and things are passing by almost surreal like..
it makes you wonder if there is a god, a heaven or if when we die it's just to go into a hole in the ground and rot.
Some people fear death, I am one of them, death is eternal... you can't take it back, and if really nothing happens to us after we die than that's it. Game over.
Am I one of those so called bad people? Am I mediocre and nothing more? Some days I think so... the one person whose spirit needs lifting, I can not lift for them...
I don't know what a soulmate is... I know I have great loves, people who love me and who I love uncondintionally.... but soulmate is something much more complex then that... maybe I'm still so young that I don't understand...

Archived Post - My thoughts on love

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My thoughts on Love

3/3/2004

When you write it's important to have a good pen, it provides a flow for the material you dispell when it clicks just the right with your style.

The same thing can be said about Love.

When you feel overwhelmingly strong about someone you need to have an open heart that will connect you just the right way with that other person.
But, it's when what you're writing doesn't make sense anymore that you have to go back and read it back to yourself to see what you have missed.

Love can bring forth all kinds of feelings. Sometimes it spews out jealousy, anger, loneliness. Other times, ecstatic bliss, animal urges and a sense of living in the moment.
On some occasions people tend to place themselves in relationships where they feel safe. Not neccessarily in love, just safe.
Knowing that as long as the charade is kept up, they won't have to face being alone.
But who can call that a life?If the truth us supposed to "set us free" then why do we lie to ourselves to prevent a failure that will undoubtedly come?
Shouldn't love quench your thirst for a closeness that seems almost impossible?
Love SHOULD be un-predictable.
You NEED to feel sad sometimes.

People are only human, mistakes are often made. Sometimes, repetitively before we truly learn from them.
Anger, jealousy, hurt... you can't be so enamoured with someone that you're oblivious to these emotions.

"No man is worth your tears the one who is won't make you cry."- BULLSHIT!
I'd like to meet the woman who was quoted saying this so I could tell her...
Tears are HEALTHY!

It's an escape hatch for all of the things that are keeping you uptight in life and they help you to move on!
Love is all about taking risks. Having so much to lose is scary, yet invigorating at the same time.

To know that you've come so far and in one false move you can send it spiraling out of control, is compelling.
It keeps you on your toes.
Testing you.

You don't have to be beautiful, thin or of a certain age to love. It's a gift that's anyone with an open heart can experience.

And the wonderful part is you can love more then once!

You can give your heart to someone, have it smashed into a million pieces and still be able to repair it and use it again.

Somewhere along the way someone will screw up.
Promises will be broken.
Someone will say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing or take someone else for granted.
Forgetting that you have to love in order to BE LOVED.

Some days it takes a smile and a nod, a shove in the right direction, (even if that shove takes you away from the person for a while) or a hand reaching out to help.

No matter what it is, if it's important to the one you love, it SHOULD be important to you.

I've learned that through MY love life from a very wise man.

I know I've found my very best friend, my constant companion, my joy in life, my laughter, my tears, my overwhelming ability to love and be loved in return in him.
A man who isn't always deserving of it.

He'll make me laugh, he'll make me cry.
I'll worry, I'll whine and complain, nag and tease, moan and groan.
But smile.

Because I know that at the end of the day, he's right there loving me... no matter if I'm cranky or just plain silly.
I can't imagine feeling otherwise.

But that's love.
Like a revolving door... it pulls you in really fast and then before you know it, smacks you out the door with a tap on the ass as you walk away.
Get caught in the whirlwhind.
You'll enjoy it.
I promise.

Loves nightmare - a short story

A little back tracking... a few things I wrote for my open diary a while ago that I thought I would share here... I wonder who this story is about...lol Enjoy

Love's Nightmare - A short story
3/3/2004

A scream is heard through the quiet darkness and he searches for her. He struggles to find illumination but it is always just out of his reach. He can’t get to her.The realization hits him like a knife to the chest.Sitting upright in bed he glances at the clock; 10:30 pm and already suffering nightmares, he really must be sick.

A cold sweat had formed on his brow and he feels the panic burrowing into his brain.Running his hand through his hair, His furious mind chants a mantra. “ She’s fine, go back to bed.”He curses himself for being so superstitious.Although he was sure he had very strong feelings for Jamie, the nagging truth was that he wasn’t sure if he truly loved her or if this surge of emotion was just his longing to fill a void that had been in his heart for so many years, prior to her rather surreal entrance to his life.

She was charming, yet sarcastic, witty but also catty, funny yet nevertheless romantic all at the same time.

Haunted by failures in previous relationships his insecurities loomed over him like a storm cloud in a cartoon episode, waiting to send out a blast of lighting if the slightest bit of happiness should show through his tough exterior.

Patricks superstitious mind got the best of him and he dialed her number, hoping he wouldn’t be waking her.

Jamie lie awake in her bed, staring idly ahead of her, thinking about what else? Patrick.
The Television played a romantic comedy but she was oblivious, her mind elsewhere.She loved love. It sometimes made her feel as if she was floating on air, like nothing in the world could bring her down.However, being a pessimist by nature these feelings were few and far between. Loving him was different somehow. He was the undying warrior, strong and brave ready to draw his shield and protect her at the drop of a hat yet whom she felt the nagging urge to take care of, for now… perhaps always and it confused her.

The phone rang, jolting her back into the present and she reached over to answer it. The voice on the other end both overjoyed her, yet worried her at the same time. He should be sleeping, this sick man whom she had attempted to nurse back to health all day long was supposed to be comatose with the amount of medication he had taken.

“Hey Babe” he breathed into the phone. “Hey.” She replied, “What’s going on?”
“Are you ok?” Patrick asked, much to her surprise.
“Yes, I’m fine, why?” she sighed, unable to contain it she knew she should be sleeping too as she was feeling a little under the weather herself.
“I had a nightmare.” He said. “I dreamed you were hurt and I couldn’t get to you.”
“Oh, well no I’m fine, just have an upset stomach that’s all.” She mused as a smile crossed her face.

It was moments like these that she felt his love like a warm hug on a cold and lonely day. It was there, waiting in the wings, to carry her away when she felt like there was nowhere to turn.“Good.” He replied with a long suppressed release of oxygen from his lungs,“I was worried, that’s all.”

There it was, that feeling, she was floating on air again. He loved her and no one could change it, not at this moment. Everything was where it should be and time was standing still.She took a breath of air with a gasp and she feared he might hear the ecstatic amusement in her voice so she covered it with a sleepy yawn.
“I love you” He said,
“I love you… goodnight.” She replied.

She hung up the phone and looked around her room. She searched for a means of capturing this moment so that it could never slip out of her fingers being so precious, falling asleep might abolish it.
She stopped and sighed.
“That’s right… I AM a writer.”
The End.

What the fuck am I thinking?

Good morning, yeah good morning...
I don't know if I'm bored, or tired or both.
I caved and fell asleep last night around 8:30pm...
probably a bad idea... but I have tonight off again so
I can still get back into my pattern...
So anyways I wake up at 3:30 this morning and I went into the living room to watch tv because I could no longer sleep. Then, I'm watching Scream and the fucking buzzer goes off... it's fucking 4 in the morning.... so I fucking jump out of my skin... and when I come back to earth I realize someone is still poking the buzzer... so I go downstairs and look through the glass part of the door and there is this crazy chick, half cocked... just looking stoned off her ass trying to sell me a pair of jeans... I told her to get lost... what a fucking weirdo...
So of course this wakes pete up, and I'm cursing this wench because I know I will pay for it when Pete wakes up two hours later...
And yeah... Pete was bitching that I rolled around in my sleep and kept him awake... of course, always my fault. I accept that I guess...
Yeah and it's my fault the crazy chick rang the buzzer at 4am because the light was on... yes Pete I know you were thinking that too...
Anyways now I'm cranky and I'm still sick, and my headache is coming back... I don't know what the hell I am going to do today, I guess Jacki and I might get together but I don't know what I want to do, I just know I need to get the hell out of this house... this is probably what is keeping me sick... no f***ing sunlight.
Whatever.
Wow I really need to chill. That's enough of this.
~~~~~~J

Creature of the night

Well night shift is underway and you know what? I LOVE IT!
It's fabulous... truly.
I enjoy the late night food runs and the midnight movies, it's great.
We're a family and we're so seperate from all of the other staff at
Archway it's incredible.

Carrie dropped this amazing news into my lap as well, just yesterday.
The actual reason I was hired onto overnights is because they are
grooming me to take over Carries position... Carrie thinks she is
pregnant and when she has her baby, guess who will be taking over. MOI!
I'm overwhelmed... excited - ecstatic is more like it because there
are so many people that have such tremendous faith in me and it's
incredible to experience.

Just this morning, Carrie and I are leaving work,
Karen Klientes - the account manager for Betty Crocker was KISSING MY ASS (ladies and gentleman) telling me that anytime I wanted I could come to days, whatever schedule I want.
I was like thanks but no thanks... working with Karen is a headache, not to mention
what working UNDER her would be like.... no thanks!
But "Mahalo for the ego boost!"

Plus Carrie has been getting these threatening (hardy har) e-mails from other
group leads who are pissed that Carrie stole me away onto nights... it makes
me feel great to be wanted.

Anyhow, thats all thats new on the work front, keeping my fingers crossed for Carrie
because she will make such a great mother, she is such a beautiful person...
and none of you can accuse me of sucking up to her, she doesn't even know about this
blog. LOL

Pete has been re-evaluating what he wants to do with his career lately and I'm trying to support him the best I can. He just doesn't want to be in security anymore, which is cool. I just want him to be happy.

Other news on the home front, Pete and I are going on a trip to Kitchner Ontario at the beggining of September, I will finally be able to meet some of his extended family, like his grandparents and hopefully his dad if he's still around. It seems weird to me not to have your family close to you... My parents live 30 minutes away and some days I think it's way too far.

Katt's gone to Lethbridge now until Christmas, and I'm glad that she is happy about it, but sad that she felt she had to leave her home and family to get her independence and education. I know deep down she will really miss it here but I know she is too brave to admit it.

Mom and Dad, despite what they tell me are going through that empty nest phase... part of me wants to move back home and fill the void but I know that would not solve anything... growing up and moving on is a part of life and they knew we would both get to this stage sooner or later... I guess they just thought it would be later then this.

So it's 11:42 am and I am still no more tired then I was when I sat down at this key board but I realize I have to sleep today if I plan on functioning at work later this evening... So I bid you all adieu... and for gods sake leave comments this time, I'm getting really bored with not knowing who is reading this crap I'm writing.

Love, Jenn

Destiny

So I have come to terms with the fact that I may never have the life that I really want to have... but that's ok... I can live with that.
Friends, Work, school, Boyfriend, Family
Friends, Work, Boyfriend, Family
Work, Husband, Family
Work, Husband
Work.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Ok that made no sense to any of you, I realize, but here's what I figure... if you all post ow idiotic this posting is you'll never have to read something as retarded as this again

A shiny new bicycle!

Woohoo Daddy bought me a new bike...
I'm walking it out of the store with my mom and dad yesterday
and this lady who was putting grocery bags into her car
looks up and says, "Ooooh you're going to make somebody very happy"
And then I raised my hand and said "yeah me."
I felt like I was 12... not to mention when I was in the store and dad told me to sit on the bike and ride it a few feet... well I did and then he yelled at me to stop before I hit someone.
Big ol' "12" sign right there...
It really is a nice bicycle, I rode it to work today and all was well and good until the handlebars started to fall apart and the seat started to bend all of the way back... might have helped if daddy had checked the screws yesterday... what do I know... as far as I knew it was safe to ride... so after work today I had to call my daddy to come pick me and my bicycle up because I couldn't ride it home.... SMOOTH Jenn, reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeal smooth.
So now I have to go and suck up to my landlord and see if he can give me a hand and lend me some tools so I can make pete fix it... hehehe, what are boys for if not to flex there muscles in fixing something
Better go see Len with the rent hmm? Yeah that might be a good idea... speaking of rent... I'm broke, thank god I get paid friday or we'd be screwed.
So yeah... Jacki and me and Pete are going to the beach of sunday, rtfo! (right the fuck on!)
Saturday I am going to a house party for Trandis and Graham, should be a good time.
Hopefully all goes well and I get to start nights next week.
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooot
K bye

Krispy Kreme - tasty

So today commenced my first day of Krispy Kreme training... I learned a lot of things about those donuts that I wish I didn't. But, I did learn that they have this New York Style cheesecake donut, Jacki... we must try it when we go to the States, yummy yummy.
I got like 4 hours of sleep last night and I'm not impressed.
Pete left for work at about 10-ish, I was out like a light... Pete put the phone next to the bed so he could call and wake me up at 7am... so I wake up to the phone ringing and I'm like "it's 7 ALREADY?!" So I answer the phone and I hear a click...
I look at the clock on the dresser and it is 1:30 AM... and now I'm pretty much awake.
Boy was I PISSED... settle back down, close my eyes... RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING
I answer the phone and theres dead air, I'm shouting "WHO IS THIS?"
No answer.
So I call Pete at work all bitter and bitchy (speaking of pete at work, I have a story about that too) and he asks me for the number, he calls it but no one answers... so then I decide that I am going to be ready the next time... person calls... I answer the phone...
SHE (YEAH... SHE!) SPEAKS!
Uh I'm looking for my dad.
"YOUR DAD DOESN'T FUCKING LIVE HERE. AND DON'T FUCKING CALL PEOPLES HOMES AT 2 IN THE MORNING YOU FUCKING BITCH, IF YOU CALL MY HOUSE ONE MORE TIME I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND FUCKING KILL YOU."
Then I hung up... was a tad overexcited.
And then I couldn't sleep until 4:45 am... boy am I fucking tired.
So anyway, about Pete... he got in a fight with some drunk guy at work, and the guy kicked him in the face, broke his glasses, bit his knuckle, god damned loon, just because Pete wanted him off the Richardson property... my poor Petey is all cut up and bruised... I'd like to give that mother fucker a piece of my mind.
So my parents are back with my sister tonight for the next week and a half... then Katt is driving back out and I won't see her again until Christmas... I'm starting to realize how much I will miss her.
Anyways, enough of this... I have to go make dinner for my crippled husband...lol
Technically that common law thing is in effect... but shhhh we're not going to tell the govrenment that, lol.

Love, Jenn