Fast Car

irony. its a bitch. i go to write a blog about scott (again) and the one song that always reminds me of him came on. which is fast car.
whenever i hear this song, it always takes me back to the memorys of when we 1st started going out.
it was play this was playing the day after our accident while we were driving. and the one day that we bought lazer pointers from the dollar store. we were flat broke and that was all we could afford. i never had a lazer pointer before that and scott bought me one. we played with them in the car while this song played. i miss those days. i sometimes wish i could go back to those days when scott loved me.

anyways. i called him yesterday to talk to him about the cell. dad ran over the family cell. so i need to cancel my phone with scott and connect it with my dad when he gets his new phone.
i told scott that he had 2 days to call me and figure out what he wants, if he even wants to talk. if he doesn't call in the 2 days, then im going to take it as we are over. so he has to Wednesday.
i honestly don't know if he will call or not.
if he doesn't, and i finally call him to give him back a bunch of his stuff, i wonder what he will be pissy. i dunno, its up to him. im no longer going to force him into this relationship if he doesn't want to be in it.


in other new, work new, it was hella busy.
and of course only a pinch full of people are working. one cook and me. the rest are standing around and talking.
bryce that is the so called "the best worker here" (only in her mind) just stood there while i ran back and forth from the kitchen to the packing area making gravy, scrapping cookers, and dumping chicken. then she has the gull to be all "why haven't you made the classics yet?" er because im fucking running around bringing the chicken up and trying to get the cooker ready for the next clamshell to go down. i didnt see you jump up to make them, or better yet get and gravy's made.
she gets a fucking bug up her ass and fucks off into the back. leaving me alon up front trying to pack by myself. which im okay with. least then i dont have to worry about stumbling over her useless ass when im trying to make meals.
like fuck! you wonder why im mad? then fucking do something!!! you whine and bitch when im not helping you out and bending over backwards to help you. yet if i need a lil extra help its like im asking you to chop off you left nipple.

why is it that if i don't do almost everything i:

1. don't get out until midnight
2. get fucking pissy attitudes from the employees
3. and get my ass chewed out for doing nothing by the management

if im not on a dead run each night im useless. and the best is when Hazel tells me that i shouldn't egt a break because she doesn't when she works. well thats because you dont fucking work.

actually im just going to go on a rant about hazel for a bit.
she tells everyone that they cannot stand around and talk yet her and her favorites do that constantly.
she has a shit fit at us for eating the food, yet as shes bitching shes shoving chicken fries and gravy into her face. because thats not the pot calling the kettle black.
she fucking pulls policies out of her ass. its like she has some anal policy reservoir back there. BUT it can only be used to her benefit! ONLY!
like everyone should wear hair nets even ellie (who has a short guy like cut) yes hazel, whos hair is longer then ellies, is above hairnets!
when i dont know something or dont know how to do something she bitches me out and tells em that i should. er okay ill use my mind powers and gather all the info i will ever need from thin air.

she always tells me that i fuck up the cash all the time and that i cant count. yet she couldn't even add up 2 penny's to saver her black soul. 1/2 the time when she works i have to fix her fuck ups because they are messing with my work. i cant get the nights paperwork right hazel if you insist on not doing the procedure right!

but the best yet is when she CONSTANTLY accuses me of stealing. yes hazel, its all me. im the theif. ive been there for 3 years now and have been slowly draining money from KFC to support my crack addict (oh yeah by the way im also a druggy) even though im almost always on time (like 5 min late at the most unless ellie pulls her awesome tricks and changes the schedule without notice. ) and take extra shifts if im not booked to the tits. and in hazels mind when i say im booked to the tits, it means im busy out drinking, doing coke, and having sex on some womens tits. cuz im that kind of girl.

i could go on and on, no really i could. but im hungry and dads home for lunch. so cya later!