I am so sick of work. All of those bitches are such backstabbers. This isn't high school people!!
I am pretty sure Becky is the one that keeps telling Marsha about me.
Linda is the only one I trust, and she's off for the next few days taking care of her husband. He's 85 and fell down the basement stairs. He is ok, except for some fluid on his brain.
Sigh. Between John not working and drama at work, I'm kinda depressed.
Emily said she made up a song called Bears and Dinosaurs Kill People. I asked her how it goes and she said she can't sing it cuz it has bad words in it.
I was *this* close to getting Brad Pitt's phone number.....
This lady called in for a vacation watch and I asked her if there was anyone she would like to put on her emergency contact list. She said "Well i could put my neighbor across the streets number on there" and I said "Ok" and she said "It's Brad Pitt" and I'm all like "Ok" and she goes, "Well maybe I should ask him first before I give out his number" and I said "Not a problem" but I was really thinking "D'oh"
not like i would have done anything with it...but jeez it woulda been cool
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