Monday, February 9, 2015
Being nice is very tiring
I am being so fucking nice I am making myself sick. I have started to think that if I can just make it to 62 then I can coast and get a job as a Walmart greeter if I need outside activities. Of course someone who finds it hard to be nice to asshats may not make the best of a greeter.
I am also making myself learn to record conversations. AHA.
No one has said anything else about the firing and I no longer care.
The boss is taking all the line side containment away tomorrow so this should be a CF. And he is making me handle this shitball. Without instructions so he can criticize everything I do.
On to better thoughts, I ordered a red striped jacket/coat from Stein Mart, first order so let us see how this goes. Looked cute and perky for the transition into spring and it was dirt cheap.
Getting a new haircut on Saturday from a new person. Just gotta go with the flow. Speaking of which I did not do anything special for my cancer ridden hairdresser, I must send out a card on Wednesday. Maybe I should get here a Valentine Card. I was thinking of getting her an orchid from Trader Joe's they are so inexpensive.
Thinking about where we should go for a Saturday lunch after my hair cut. Hmmm.