"What the fuck is in the sink!?!?"

[A = Amber; S = Sabrina; C = Christian. DGAF obv = ME.]

DGAF: What the fuck is in the sink???

C & S: I dunno. I "di-nent" do it.

DGAF: OMFG, WHAT ISSSSS THISSSSSS.. I'm not kidding. Find out. NOW. WHAT is in the sink???

C: I "thwear", I didn't "wath" anything!

S: Um, ....................I didn't do it.

DGAF: REALLY THEN WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS?!?! WHO USED THE SINK LAST??? I SWEEEEEEARRRRR TO GOD, LET ME FIND OUT ONE OF YOU IS LYING.. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMBEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

A: "Yetttthhhh?"

DGAF: What's in the sink??? Who used the baby bottle cleaner to clean something else??? Don't lie to me. I want to know NOW so someone better talk.

A/S/C: *rambling about how they didn't do it - Amber develops guilty look*

DGAF: Amber.... Did you do this??

A: No ma'am.

DGAF: AMBER.... DID. YOU. DO. THIS?

A: Noooo! I didn't do it.

DGAF: OK, SO SOMEONE IS LYING.. IF I FIND OUT THAT ONE OF YOU--

A: Wait! I remember. Those are the eggs from my _____ (don't remember wtf she said.. some kind of grow-it-yourself "animal") that I poured out b/c they didn't hatch.

DGAF: OH SO YOU MEAN TO FUCKING TELL ME THAT THERE'S GODDAMN EGGS ALL OVER YOUR SISTER'S BOTTLE CLEANER!?!? GREAT THANKS I LOVE THAT, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DUMP YOUR "PROJECT" IN THE SINK!?!? THERE'S A TRASHCAN RIGHT THERE, AND WHYYYYY DID YOU LIE TO ME?? AGAIN! THAT'S TWO DAYS IN A ROW, I'M SICK OF THIS SHIT!

A: *crying* I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T LIE I FORGOT!

DGAF: DO YOU KNOW WHAT CRYING MEANS TO ME??? NOOOOOOTHIIIIIIING.. NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING. ABSOTIVELY, POSILUTELY NOTHING.

A: *SOBBING*

DGAF: Oh my GOD, shut up w/ that. I'm not gonna hit you, just don't do it again, JACKY...

--

I wish the day ended there. Actually, retard-wise, it does. HOWEVER, prior to all that I recieved word that I mooooooost likely won't be in VA tomorrow, or any other point of the weekend. Why? B/c LV, who I think is throwing up as I type, hasn't hit quota yet. That, and all managers must work the last weekend of the month. Guess what her job title is?

The quota thing affects ME b/c my Ma refuses to let her have a half-day until she hits quota. This is where the part where people are afraid of her as a boss comes in. If LV doesn't reach her goal, my Ma will flip shit all over the place, and LV will prrrrrobably be demoted to a diff store. Not really demoted b/c it would be her store, but it's not nearly as good of a store. I hope that happens. PRAY. Altho I DON'T, b/c like I previously stated in a diff blog, mom's check would be an unacceptable figure for her to recieve.

I just asked her what she wants to do, she said she's too tired, and we'll talk about it tomorrow. WHEEEEENNNNNNNNNNN TOMORROW??? Haha, she just said the same thing I said @ has to work the weekend thru.. Ask me how much I GAF.. That means she expects me to stay in NC for a full 7 days straight.....???

Ohhhh nooooooooo, noooooot cool. Not @ all. I go stir-crazy Mon-Fri. C R A Z Y. Hello, have you read the blogs??? I could kill one of these insignificant piss puddles @ any second, and she wants me w/ them LITERALLY 24/7???

Pray for me. Pray for them. Pray that I don't somehow get ahold of a Get Out Of Jail Free card.

Cuz it's ON LIKE DONKEY KONG THIS WEEKEND. FUCK W/ ME.

*RIPS HAIR OUT*

But out of WHO'S HEAD???

MOST CERTAINLY NOT MINE.



Oh, god. Don't let me spiral into my Nirvana is >> the world mood. Fucking LOVE THIS CLIP/ANYTHING ELSE NIRVANA, THANKS.

Silverchair be DAMNED.

To heaven*

Ugh. He was beauuuuutifuuuuuuuulllllllll.