Saturday, July 18, 2015

Chapter 14: Hush Little Baby Don't Say a Word, Sissy's Gonna Put Her 2 Cents In


My younger sister is totally out of hand... Now I realize that we are not little kids anymore and that we are making our own way in life, that we have our own "families' now, but some of the things I have witnessed this past week has really got me wondering how she is actually living. How can you live in the low income apartments and just act as though nothing is wrong at all i mean you are living off the govt and that is just not cool. i really wish she would just wake up and smell the roses but that is very unlikely to happen seeing as though I have been waiting for it to happen for well over 2 years now.
 I would fucking love to be in her shoes and live in the same town as my whole family and be able to spend time with them, but she is too worried she is going to miss her next visit from some loser on that hill. Let me put it this way when Mother dropped me off to visit my Daddy and brothers she gave specific instructions that Pookie was not to share her snack that Mom bought her with her neighbor. Well right after mom left and I got caught up visiting with Dad she disappeared with the baby back over to her apartment to see a neighbor. 
Wtf? I am never in town. I barely know my nephew. It just blows me away that she did that. To top it all off today is her birthday and she decided to go see one of her low life friends whom is relation to her white trash baby daddy, who is on bedrest in the hospital on the verge of having her 2nd baby at the whopping age of 18 or 20. It's fucking gross. I just can't believe she blew off a pool party to go fuck off in Indy at the lame hospital with all those losers. I am so totally over her at this point. Earlier this week her and the baby daddy about went to jail over paraphernalia . It's just a sad situation and I just hope she wakes up before its too late. And for the love of god I hope she does not marry Stephen. Oh God how I hope she never marries that white trash bag full of shit.

Monday, July 13, 2015

Chapter 13: Lamb's I Declare War Against Thee! We will not take it anymore!

I am so fucking tired of LAMB's getting jobs and just acting like they can talk however they fucking want to people and just do whatever they want all because they are "Life after Meth" I fucking could careless what these fucking people chose to do when they were kids. I enjoy smoking ganja but you don't see me asking for a free pass to call people " Fucking Bitch" at work where the general public can hear since our kitchen is one where you see the cooks cooking.

I am getting to where i enjoy my job more so than in the beginning because I am just now finally getting everything, and you know what? I'm getting good, and by good I mean I have regulars who wait for me to come into work to feed them. I am so sorry for how this morning went in all because I have been busting my ass to be professional and keep my cool even when I am totally pissed off.

I really think I am going to look into transferring to the French Lick Denny's and just start new with Tony there because I am beyond finished with Vincennes and the meth heads who feel like the world owes them something. Guess what mother fuckers you can't keep blaming others when it keeps repeating.

 I know for a fact that the POS that went off on me today has been spinning and has relapsed after a year or so of being clean. Its a shame but you know he's not near the caliber of cook I am at Dennys or anywhere else. I'd show that fucker what the five fingers say to the face with any of my dishes compared to the dog shit he puts out. I hate that fuck and now its my goal to make sure he is fired.  I have tried for months to get along with this fuck and then he just does this. I be damn any man is going to call me a fucking bitch and get away with it at work, and then tell me I am going to lose my job just because he's the bosses pet.

Mike Waterberry you have started a war that you will not win you piece of dog shit.