i feel like puking.

my manager is freaking crazy. for five minutes he was telling me that i was a small in this running pants and that a medium would be too big. one week later, he's telling another employee that the company runs big, and i said, you told me i was a small when i couldn't even breathe in those pants. his reply was, no i told you were a medium and that the small would be too small. he does this shit all the time. he's like i showed you how to do this in the computer and i'm like, um, you are crazy, i would remember. god douchebags are so fucking weird.

also, i'm like, should i put in my two weeks notice? he goes, "no, just right on the september schedule the days you are available. you'll just work here one or two days a week."

i swear this boy's head is either talking shit about the other manager, talking shit about other employees, thinking about his peni5, planning out his soccer game, or enjoying the sound of his very loud and obnoxious voice.

kill me if i ever agree on going on a date with him. he's so fucking annoying. him and the other manager are trying to wear me down so i will agree to go out with either one of them. fuckers. i will not give in to their douchebag demands or innuendos.

being a student and working for paltry wages has turn me into the biggest klepto. this is so reminscent of my middle school, highschool, and college days. man, i miss salary sometimes.

omg. trying to pee while doped up on tylenol pm is one of the hardest and strangest experience in the world. it's worse than taking five shots of tequila.