TAKIN' CARE OF BUSINESS

That's right folks. I have business to take care of this weekend. What business you ask? Well please allow me to explain.

Me, all my girlfriends and a whole lotta ice cold beer. Showfest will be hitting Greenville again and I get to go see all my friends. Jeez, it seems like it has been forever since I've been home to see them. I can't wait.

Today has been quite eventful. Work was absolutely crazy!!!! Ya'll just thought I had drama! Hell NO. Not compare to this group of misfits. It actually leaves me speechless and that damn hard to do. I'll gossip more about them later.

I made a couple of blog post over at MySpace and was thrilled to get such a positive response. WHY, you ask! Because I was being me that's why. You remember ME don't you? The bitch from hell. The chic that use to wail on a daily basis about all the stupidity in this world. Well, it seems like a few people have missed that person and they were damn glad to see her again. You guys over here better get ready cuz she's headed this way to.

On that note. Laurie over at Beauty and the Beer made an excellent point the other day about these stupid ass BlueTooth devices that half of America seems to have growing from the side of their fucking heads. I hate these damn things. YOU LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT! Answer your damn phone you loser. I explained how I enjoy following these people around Wal Mart and Kroger while encouraging Rachel to sing in her BIG voice. Well, as I stood in a 10 mile line the other day for lunch, the punk ass little no job having, living with my momma and spending grand fathers money crackhead in front of me was talking and laughing and chuckling the entire freaking time on his nifty little Blue Tooth! I kept my cool until HE made it to the counter. YAY I'm next. 30 seconds passed and this mother humper has made no effort to place his order. I am getting pissed. I have an hour lunch break. I hace spent half of it in line and I want to order my chicken salad NOW!

The chic behind he counter has said "May I help you" THREE damn times and this ass wipe brushes her off. So do I say "Excuse me" and ease in front of him? Do I wait and risk being late to work? WHAT DO I DO??? haha How well do ya'll know me?

I stepped up and stood right beside him. When I say right beside, I mean we looked like Siamese twins. Connected at the arm pit! Then in my LOUD voice I said "I WANT A CHICKEN SALAD, NO OLIVES, RANCH DRESSING, UNSWEET TEA WITH TWO LEMONS AND SALTINE CRACKERS". Then I reached into my purse, grab a ten and tried to hand it to him.

His face went blank. He was speechless. He looked at me all crazy like. This was the remainder of the conversation....

Dumbass: Excuse me
Me: HUH
Dumbass: Excuse me!!
Me: Oh, I thought you were bypassing the order taker and talking to the chef through your ear walkie talkie and since I have a fucking job that I must get back to I thought you could be a sweety and put my order in with yours.
Dumbass: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, no I was talking to my homie!
Me: Oh, my apologies. (load voice kicks in again) Then carry your punk ass outside and talk to your homie and so I can get my chicken salad before my head starts spinning around and I mess my hair up.
Dumbass: UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you can go ahead!

Call the Health Department people. I have found the poster child for birth control!!

My chicken salad rocked.

I'm tired and I don't want to go to work tomorrow. Night Night!