Roll me up and smoke me when I die.
Frankly, I think it is happening more now due to the VAXXIDENT Effects.....I hate drivers that slam their brakes in the middle of the road, when they have a line of cars behind them. Try slowing down before your destination, and use your turn signal. Stop nearly causing a multi car accident. This has been happening more often lately because people are careless!
So STOP hanging with them....My mom and grandpa regularly forget how to switch the input setting on the TV, and have to ask me to press the input button on the remote. My grandpa completely forgot how to use the DVD player after not using it for a long time, and had to ask me for help. He isn't senile. They just refuse to learn how to do anything, even though it would take 30 seconds. Fucking pisses me off.
16 hours, Call back tech support, for some ""Company"" in Mexico, it was a Senior Tech Support thing that PPc, did and I as the only one who spoke Spanish.....Today was overtime day at work. Despite only lasting a few hours, I was really tired out and needed to nap when I got home. Everybody was pissed off working for some reason. Oh well. Hopefully Monday is better.
So, what did you ever do with all these flowers?This was the meat cooler this morning. Fucking Mother's Day flowers. This is AFTER I broke down a skid and moved carts into the meat room and flowers out into the backroom hallway. I couldn't fucking move!
This is an end of day pic. I gave dairy a path to get back to their eggs but barely. Where are they going to put the fucking truck tomorrow morning with all of these fucking flowers in here?
I guess they sold most of them. I didn't hear one way or the other. There were still too many flowers in there on Saturday.So, what did you ever do with all these flowers?
I'm sorry to hear that. Are you feeling better now?I guess they sold most of them. I didn't hear one way or the other. There were still too many flowers in there on Saturday.
That Saturday, I was in a car accident on the way home from work. I was dumb enough to go to work on Sunday but I only lasted 5 hours. I wanted to go to work on Monday but I knew I couldn't do it, so I called out. Tuesday and Wednesday were scheduled days off, so I had time to heal a little. By that time, I had forgotten about all of those fucking flowers.