It's test week for us here at Moo U so I've been trying to study, with no thanks to Tom, Kyle and Keesha and Chassy. Tom gave me The Sims to load on my computer while Kyle insists on making me eat even when I'm not hungry...not to mention Keesha and Chassy have me all hyped up to get a tattoo that I absolutely do not have the cha-ching to pay for. Eh, at any rate, this is the tattoo I like... it means "rabbit" which, in case you're daft and haven't noticed, is my nickname. So that's that.
I still fucking hate my job... and as I was alone in the office yesterday, I decided it would be interesting to snoop around. So, between answering the phone and making a new form to fill out when you check out a video (ranting on that in a bit), I found a cannister above the sink which reads "cookies" of some flavor....I didn't really look, though. Thinking "hey, I'm hungry and they don't pay me enough for me to go downstairs and buy a goddamned bag of breadsticks..... I'll just eat these," I open the cannister and thrust my greedy little fingers in there only to find........(wait for it....)
Condoms?
That's right, boys and girls. Apparently the militant feminist lesbians think it necessary to keep a serious armory of condoms above the sink. I can't quite tell you why but that's what the entire cannister was full of.
Now in case you couldn't tell I'm a very non-confrontational person. Also, I have a slight case of kleptomania (stealing shit).... So when my hatred for said lesbians took over and told my kleptomania "Hell, baby...rob 'em blind" there was, needless to say, quite a bulge in my jeans pocket. The sadest part is, these condoms are sitting here in my drawer, staring at me (yes they do that)... and I haven't even barely made a dent in the Lesbians' stash of naughty rubber. Still, the gratification of having taken something valuable(?) from them makes me kind of smile. I showed Tom... I think his jaw hit the floor. . . and I told him he could get me a fishbowl for them for my birthday.
Ok, so back to ranting about the making a new form for to be checking out the videos with. Now, one would think that on the "Forms" disk in the office, under "Forms" folder, you would find a file that was labeled "Video check-out form" or something, yes? Right! So I click on said file, only to find that it's not at all what I'm looking for and even worse, it's got nothing to do with checking out videos. A little disgruntled, I run the A: on the start menu and find that there are a bazillion folders in this damned disk....and searching the a: for "video form" gives me, and I shit you not, 29 files. What the fuck, right? I have to go through them all, regardless because I have to find the most recently edited version. Deleting as I go, I finally click the last one only to find that it too (as did the rest) has nothing to do with checking out fucking videos..
Damned lesbian femi-nazis...
So I go through the whole disk and finally find what I'm looking for under the file named .....(wait for it again......)
Thingey.
I'm not vague.
I suppose it was just their little test to see how completely frustrated they could make me.
It worked, girls...
