A Fat Rant

I have been following this Fat Rant saga on Youtube. It is very interesting and I encourage you to check it out. Just go on Youtube and search for "fat rant." I will be posting some of the videos that I have seen and have been impressed with. It is definitely interesting to see how people are reacting to the video and what they have to say about it. When I have more time I will elaborate with my very own fat rant as well. Although it won't be on video... Send me your rants if you'd like and I will post 'em here!

290 22/24

she is my hero. worship her!

How do you type with a Dog in your face??

Hello all!! Well, I am updating my blog to tell you that I won't be updating my blog... Hee hee!

Actually, On Tuesday I am starting my 'other' job again. You know, the test grading thing. Any who, I will be working pretty much all day and everyday. It kind of sucks, but the paycheck always makes it worth it.

Last time I worked 6 days at my 'real' job instead of 5 to make up the time I was losing by only working 4-11. I am not going to do that this time around, I nearly died! Fuck it and fuck that place.

I have been dog/house sitting for relatives this weekend which has been wonderful. I took off work since they live 30 minutes out of Columbus, so I have just been vegging out and relaxing before the hellish work month begins.

Of course, I stopped by my apartment today since I had to be in town to go to a doctor's appointment and my cable was out. I worried that maybe I didn't pay my bill, but I did. After various tries to get someone on the phone I finally got a woman who told me that they would have to come inside my apartment to check things. How the hell is that going to happen when I am working 8:15am-11pm everyday? I told her that I would call back later when I can work something out. Blah!! So now I am without TV or Internet. I can live without television if I have Internet because most of the shows I watch are available online. But without BOTH??? Shit this sucks!!

Many people have asked me what happened with the music manager job and why I didn't get it. Well, I am almost sick of talking about it to me honest. I was very upset about the whole thing. I felt betrayed, I was lied to, and I was fucked over. It isn't that I had my heart set on being the MM (music manager), it would have been a horribly mind numbing, boring ass job. What I really want is to be a Department Manager. However, I doubt that will ever happen.

So lets see, what happened. Well, more or less my cunt fucking asshole of a manager told me she was interviewing many candidates and I was one of them. She interviewed me on a Wednesday. The next Monday she went on vacation for a week. That next Monday, the new MM started. What the fuck?? At what point does she wants me to believe that she never hired this socially awkward, quiet, and shy woman before my interview? This woman fucking transferred from MICHIGAN!! I am supposed to believe that during her ONE WEEK vacation, "cunt fucking asshole" called "socially awkward" and offered her a job. Then "S.A" moved to Ohio, got settled and started the next Monday. How fucking stupid does "cunt fucking asshole" think I am?

Clearly, this bitch was hired before I was even interviewed. So not only was I lied to, I was humiliated my even being interviewed. The reason I didn't get the job? I am not a leader. What the fuck? The MM now has yet to even introduce herself to me. How is that a leader? Oh, and how am I supposed to lead when I have no one to lead? And what is "leading" exactly? Is is training someone? - I do that. Is is knowing your stuff? - I do that. Is it working as a team? - I do that (and better than our current management team0. It is like don't fucking tell someone that they don't deserve a job because they do not manage a staff if they have no staff to manage!

I know that there are some people who think that I should not look at this whole fiasco so poorly. Some people have said, "I am sure she was just trying to give you a chance." What kind of chance would I have against someone who was an assistant manager? Yeah, that's right. The new MM had to transfer from another store where she was an AM.

I just wish "cunt fucking asshole" would have just not even interviewed me. I stood no chance and she clearly had no intention of hiring me. She has pulled this shit once already. How does that saying go? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

Fool me three times ... I fucking quit and am slashing your tires.

Too good for management

Well today was just awful. Filled with tears, nausea and fury. I am so upset in fact that I can not even process it enough to put into words. I will write the whole fucking story later, I promise.

All about Scarlet

The above picture is my car, Scarlet. She and I go everywhere together and lately we have been having some very interesting adventures. Things have been SO CRAZY in fact, that she has asked to write her very own blog. So without any further ado, I give you Scarlet the Harlot.

Hello lothian's friends,

How are you? I am not so fine. Well, I am okay now. However, Lothian and I have had quite an interesting week. Why don't we start at the beginning, shall we?
On Sunday Lothian and I stopped over at Tim and Ron's house. Lothian watched the Oscar's and drank too much wine while I sat outside and mingled with the other auto's around. It turns out Ron's car has seen him do some very unladylike things inside of her. However, she swore me to secrecy, so I can't spill the beans.
Anywho, on the way home we hit a pothole with my right wheel. It hurt really really bad. The fucking hole was filled with water so Lothian couldn't see it but when we hit it, we hit hard. I cried a lot. The next day Lothian slept in, so she didn't notice something wrong with my shoe. However, on Tuesday Lothian got up to go to work and saw that my tire was kind of low/flat. Lothian called off work and took me to Walmart to get a new shoe (tire). They propped me up and looked under me. It was very embarrassing, but I was brave. It turned out that the man at Walmart could not fix me because my rim on the tire was bent.
Lothian then drove me to the dealership (where she found me at) and asked those men to fix me. They had to special order a rim for me because I am special, and they couldn't fix me that day. So, Lothian drove to a NAPA auto parts store and bought me some 'fix a flat' stuff to keep the air in my wheel and we went to work.
The next day (Wednesday) Lothian took me to the dealership and the nice men fixed me up. I had a hole in my power steering line too (from hitting the hole), so Lothian had to pay for them to fix that too. She told me that the whole experience cost over $200.00!! As they say, "I am not a cheap date," that is for sure!
Needless to say, Lothian is going to report the incident to the state of Ohio and hopefully get some apologies and money back over the entire thing.

You would think that was enough to happen in one week, but NOPE!! Just tonight (Saturday) Lothian had to close at her job. Apparently people were calling the store to tell her that the normal way we go home, I-71, was closed down due to ice and car accidents. Lothian was not too happy about that because it meant we had to take the long way home.
At about 11:45pm Lothian and I headed for home. We drove onto a road called Sancus and took another road called Lazelle. Soon Lothian would make a terrible decision. Instead of driving down Lazelle to High Street and then High Street to Morse Road, Loth decided to take a shortcut since the roads didn't seem too bad. All was going well until she saw that traffic was backed up at the upcoming light at High Street. She knew she had to begin stopping right away and far back behind the other cars because if she slid, she did not want to slide into someone.
Suddenly it happened!! I hit some sort of black ice or something. Lothian tapped/pumped the brakes like she was supposed to in icy/snowy weather, but I began to slide off the side of the road. She tried flooring the break and turning my wheel, but no to avail. We slid (luckily we were only going 25-30 mph) into a small ditch. However, we didn't stop. We continued sliding through the ditch and over someone's driveway. We narrowly missed hitting someone's mailbox! Eventually we hit a "City corporation" sign straight on. Luckily we stopped there. We got stuck for a few minutes in the small ditch and Lothian had to keep putting me in drive and then reverse and back again until I finally got out of the ditch.
We were both really really scared!! We had never been in a car accident before!! Lothian did not know what to do and she was shaking. She put me in park in the driveway that we sort of flew over. She looked all over me but did not see anything wrong. She tried to call her friend Renee to see what she should do, but Renee did not answer and she did not want to try and wake her up since it was late. So, Lothian called her parents who told her that since I did not get hurt, SHE did not get hurt, and we did not hurt anyone or anything else (except that poor sign) that we did not have to report it and that we should just go home.
Lothian drove me home really slowly and carefully. Even more carefully than she was driving before. I did not like going so slow, but I did not like hitting a sign either! Needless to say, we got home alright and Loth called her daddy as soon as we arrived. He is a nice man, who helps Lothian take really go care of me. He spoils me and puts all sorts of liquids and lubes and things on me to keep me happy.
Lothian was pretty shaken up (and I have to admit I was too) and needed a beer to calm her down. She said that she was not going to be able to sleep for a while and that she was going to blog about our first car accident. After explaining to me what blogging is, I asked her if I could write the story. She told me that since I saved her life tonight and had been through so much trauma this week that I could.
Well, it has been nice talking with you. Please take it easy on Lothian this week. She and I have been through a lot these past few days! It hasn't all been about me either. She hasn't told you yet, but I don't think her interview for the music manager position went very well ... But remember, you didn't that hear that from me. Anyway, Take care! And if you see me at one of Loth's friends houses or in the parking lot at work, give me a pat or a kiss. I have had a shitty week.

see you soon!,
Scarlet

I am out like Elton John

I just wanted to make a quick post to let ya'll know I am leaving for home sweet home Saturday and will be gone for a week. I needed to use up my vacation time, and my birthday is the 23rd. So, I figured I would spend some time with my folks and hopefully get some peace and quiet.

I most likely will not have access to a computer, so I doubt that I will be posting during this time. Audio blogger went kaput, so I can't even do that for you bitches. Alas, you will just have to wait with baited breath until my return.

How about I leave you with some juicy gossip? Okay not that juicy, but something to entertain yourselves none the less. Apparently the music manager of my store is leaving. I personally can't really stand the guy, so no tears here. Anyway, he is leaving and after a lot of debate and indigestion I decided to tell my store manager that I am interested in the position.

Why the debate? The job will be boring as hell. Plus I am more interested in books than music, but I can fake anything...

I figured that I had to go for it. I needed to show that I am interested in moving up the company ladder. After about 6 years, I kind of want to have something to show for my hard work. Plus, I know I can do the job -- None of the jobs in that hole are very difficult. I would also be making more money which is always nice, though I am sure I won't be making much.

I have a few things working against me, but I don't think anyone else has shown any interest in the position so I may win it by default. I will "interview" for the position when I get back, and you bitches KNOW I will keep you informed of it all -- second by second.

What do I have working against me? Well, Let me enlighten ya'.

*I don't interview well at all. I suck at it. I really fucking blow. I stammer, I can't think straight, and I can never come up with any good answers to the stupid questions they always ask. However, I have a week to plan ahead and come up with some good answers, read interviewing books, and get pumped up.

*The store manager...she's incompetent. She may already have some ass-backward fucked up solution to the manager leaving. This solution will only make sense to her and will leave the rest of us confused and spread wide open, bent over a barrel.

*My attitude. I say what I think. It is as though I lack that little thought bubble in cartoons -- revealing all my dislikes for my job and some co-workers. Maybe I have that thought bubble, but I pop it and spew out the bitterness.
Open mouth, insert foot. Deep-throat foot. Gag on own stupidity. Repeat.

*My attitude. In general, I think most of our customers are idiots. I tend to share this thought with everyone...please refer to my ''insert foot" analogy.

*My attitude. I like to joke. A lot. Mostly at the stupid customers or stupid employees that I have to work with everyday. Most people find these jokes funny. Even most decision-making people at my store laugh at my jokes. However, it has been my experience that once these people get the upper hand (ie: interviews or reviews) they don't find these jokes funny anymore.
Let me give you a example of what I mean. My former boss, Secky Bexton (get it?...), was and is an absolute fuckwad. When I worked for her, she would make us fill out a log while working at the information desk. In that log, we would write down what we did for the hour or two we were working the desk. I had no problem with that, and did as I was told. After a while, many of the things people wrote were funny little ditties or joking comments. Well, one day I wrote something along the lines of "while working at the information desk, I answered stupid questions like 'do you have an information desk?' "
Not my best joke, but cute.
Months later, during an argument with her that involved her telling me what a shitty employee I am (and me not agreeing) she brings up that little joke. She said how disrespectful it was to her and the customer. She told me how super offended she was by me writing that (so offended, that she took months to tell me about it?) and how that just shows what a terrible employee I am.
My point is that what I say, even if everyone laughs at it, may come back to haunt me when it becomes something that certain people can use. Use Against Me.

*Lastly (but not all) I complained about the current music manager not took long ago. I will give you the short-end of the story since I am sick of typing. Basically, he can not go on his lunch break until the person who is scheduled to cover his break arrives. Well, in the real world shit happens. Things like: You get stuck at cashwrap, a customer is taking to long to help, a scheduling conflict that you failed to catch (your break is at the same time- sort of thing), or you just plumb forget. I understand that it is frustrating to have to wait, but he is down-right rude and nasty if you are not on time. Recently, he pissed me off for the last time. He was very aggressive and intimating, and snapped at me. Since this is not the first time he has done this to myself or other women in the store, I was infuriated! Now, many of you have not seen me genuinely mad. I mean road-rage mad, okay? I inherited my fathers temper for sure. God help the fucker who fucks with me first.
Anyway, I was so taken aback that I didn't say anything to him at first. I covered the break and left, giving him the evil eye. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I felt I had two choices.
1) Go to him and break his nose
2) Go to the store manager and have her mediate the situation.
Luckily for everyone, I opted for #2. Of course, the store manager acted as if I should be handling this on my own, and she was right. A person who wants to be a manager, deals with difficult people themselves and does not run and tell the boss. However since he is my superior -- and I am a peon, I felt I needed to go to HIS superior and make her aware of the situation. What I didn't tell her was that I feel as though now since I told her about it, the next time I could justifiably knock him out. Hell, I told her there was a problem...I covered my ass.
I digress, to make a long story even longer, she acted like he was the fucking Pope or something, and would never treat anyone like that. He agreed. However, he apologized which I respect. But things have not been the same since and I worry this will hinder my chances.

Well, I am sick of typing so I am going to close now. I think I gave you plenty to chew over while I am gone. Don't forget to send my birthday presents.

I prefer cash.

Valentine for Perfect Strangers

Happy VD day, bitches!

Lost - Only fools are enslaved by time and space

This is that crazy "Clockwork Orange" sequence from last week's LOST played backwards. It is kind of creepy. If you go to Youtube where this is posted, the viewers have some interesting ideas on what the hell this means.

For the love of everything holy ...

For the love of everything Gay in this world, Someone please buy this!!! I mean come on, it's "BALL-SY" and "COCK-Y"!

Is it hot in here, or is it just Lothian?

These pictures are for Stephanie, who claims she has yet to see the stills from my sex tape with Colin. Hell, they are for me too!

Even Bitches can do some good!

Recently, I sent away for a Wildlife Warriors Worldwide bracelet from the Discovery Channel store. Saddened by the untimely death of "The Crocodile Hunter" Steve Irwin, I wanted to support his continuing cause and name. The WWW is a fund created by Steve Irwin and his wife Terry as a way to "include and involve other caring people to support the protection of injured, threatened or endangered wildlife – from the individual animal to an entire species."

Please check out the information about the bracelets here.
Please check out the information about the organization here.

I simply wanted 1 bracelet, but they come in packages of 10. Suddenly, I had a bunch of bracelets and nothing to use them for.

Once I started reading the materials, I realized that 100% of the profits and not a portion of the profits went to the Wildlife Warriors Worldwide foundation. This got my brain gears going, and I came up with a plan for the bracelets.

My plan is this: if any of you want one, I would love to give you one. All I ask is for one dollar. I will then take your dollar and match it. For example, my friend Christina bought one from me for $1. I then matched her dollar to make $2. Ideally, I would like to sell all 10 bracelets (I already added $2 to the fund for the one I wear). That would make $20 to donate to the Wildlife Warriors Foundation. I am up to $4 right now. I know that twenty bucks does not seem like much, but ten dollars is all I can afford to match.

I am not trying to scam anyone here. What the hell am I going to do with 10 rubber bracelets? I think it is a good idea, but please don't feel pressure to purchase a bracelet. If you are interested, just let me know. I will keep everyone updated when I reach my goal of $20.

The bitch is back

Woo Hoo!! Apparently the glitch I have been experiencing with posting pictures on this site may have fixed itself. Let's hope so.

I am truly sorry for not posting much lately. January has been a really weird month for me and right now I am feeling like Mr Pug over there. Depressed, y'all.

January started out really well for me and I attacked the new year with nun chucks! At the beginning of the month, I contacted some sources from Ohio State (where I did my undergraduate program) about continuing my education. The school of Social Work got back to me and told me that my previous degree would allow me to skip all the undergrad Social Work coursework and go straight into the Masters program to get my LSW, or License of Social Work. When I think about jobs I would like, most of them require a LSW.

Next I contacted the school of Journalism and Communications at OSU. Turns out they do not have a Masters program for Journalism, but they sent me some great information on the undergrad coursework for the Journalism Degree.

Lastly, I looked into Columbus State and a new "school" in Westerville called Boehecker College. I am looking into a nursing or medical assistant degree in these locations. BC seems to be a more focused and quicker program, whereas CS is much more involved and probably better in the long run.

Interestingly (and sadly), I contacted the department of Women's Studies about getting my masters since I have a degree in WS already. I have yet to hear back from them...

And .... that's as far as I got. Going back to school just seems like such a daunting process. I am already $20,000 in debt just for my first degree and am having major problems paying that back. I also feel like I wasted all my time and money getting a Women's Studies degree, I don't want to make the same mistake again. How am I supposed to know if I would like Social Work, or Nursing, or Journalism? I don't want to go through all that and be stuck doing something I hate. So, I am in a holding pattern right now.

On to other subjects, I feel I need to explain why I have been a royal C Y.ou N.ext T.uesday lately. On top of the weight of thinking about changing my entire life around, my health has not been great. Not to gross anyone out, I will use lame euphemisms here. My aunt Flo came to visit me the week before Christmas and just recently left. She stayed for roughly a month straight. I can not afford Birth control pills, which would most likely fix this problem. So I am forced to deal with it.

Secondly, and less disgusting are my lungs. Loyal readers will remember my fairly recent struggle with Pleurisy. Well, the winter has been absolutely brutal to my chest. Everyday I wake up hacking and wheezing. My ribcage is killing me. I really need to cover my mouth and nose with a scarf when I go out, but don't always. I am in desperate need of a humidifier. My parents bought me one, but apparently don't realize just how much I need the relief that I suspect it will give me. Don't get me wrong, I don't have Pleurisy again (thank Goddess!) but I think my lungs are now more sensitive and susceptible to the cold and cry air.

So, I have been kind of depressed lately. Which of course means that I am eating like a fucking cow. I feel fat and ugly and winter has officially depressed the shit out of me. Work is an absolute fucking disaster, but I really need to post another long rant to go through all the shit that has been happening there. Just wait, because it has been brewing in me and bubbling over. The end all, tell all work post is coming.

FUCK, IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK!!

Thanks for being so loyal

I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU GUYS!! I STILL CAN'T POST PICTURES AND I CAN'T FIND OUT WHAT IS WRONG, BUT I WILL BE BLOGGING AGAIN VERY SOON. HANG IT THERE!!

Merry Christmas!

Well, I am off to Youngstown for the holidays! I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday, and I hope you eat tons of food that is bad for you. I will be back in the New Year and will hopefully be back to posting more regularly. I may even have drunken pictures for you from all the partying I will be doing. (yeah, right.)

I am in the process of creating an online "Stupid Customer Book" since we can not have one at work anymore. Start thinking up some of your most idiotic customer experiences or quotes and send them to me -- you can either comment on this post or e-mail me personally. I will be adding all the stories for everyone to enjoy. Feel free to ask me to post them anonymously, with an alias, or quote you by name. I will be adding some of my own experiences too, but all in all I would like everyone to participate if they can.

Very Excited Pug

He is saying "EEeeee"!!

pug

I wuv woo too!

Trying to iron out issues with Blogger Beta

Hey all, sorry for the random picture, but I have been having issues since I changed from Blogger, to Blogger Beta. I am trying to fix these issues today.

I had written a whole lot more for my military post and lost it all, so I am really irritated with this new system. I haven't been able to post pictures either, so I am trying to fix that right now.

Hope you enjoy this little ditty.

A little perspective...

A Myspace friend forwarded this on to me. I unfortuately do not know the original author, but I wanted to share it with you bitches. Retail workers spend most of their holiday's being snapped at, given attitude to, and yelled at. The reasons for this treatment? Because we are out of the new Oprah book, or Play Station 3, or skinny jeans, or microwave, etc etc. Meanwhile, much more important things are going on in this world. Let's not forget the women who are fighting and dying out there too!




You stay up for 16 hours
He stays up for days on end.
_________________________
You take a warm shower to help you wake up.
He goes days or weeks without running water.
__________________________
You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.
He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.
__________________________
You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt,
and go meet up with your friends.
He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.
__________________________
You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.
__________________________
You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.
__________________________
You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.
_________________________
You complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.
__________________________
You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.
He doesn't get to eat today.
__________________________
Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.
He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.
__________________________
You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.
__________________________
You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.
He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.
__________________________
You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
__________________________
You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.
__________________________
You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet
__________________________
You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.
__________________________
You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.
__________________________
You see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.
__________________________
You are asked to go to the store by your parents.
You don't.He does exactly what he is told.
__________________________
You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.
__________________________
You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.
He crawls under a tank for shade and a 5 minute nap, only to be woken by gunfire.
__________________________
You sit there and judge him, saying the world is probably a worse place because of men like him.
If only there were more men like him

All My Children Introduces a Transgendered character.

http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=243137&affid=100055


Apparently the soap opera, All My Children is way more ahead of the times than most television shows. I think you should read the article, it is quite interesting. I wonder how all those Oprah drones are going to feel about this.

What I especially love about this is that they seem to be taking it very seriously. Way to go daytime drama!

The article states:

"The show wasn't interested in doing something just to be sensational, she (Julie Hanan Carruthers, the show's executive producer) said. GLAAD and some transgenders were brought in as consultants in shaping the character, teaching the producers when it is appropriate to call a character "she" even before surgery, she said.

Damon Romine, a spokesman for GLAAD, said he hasn't seen the show yet but feels people involved were genuinely interested in telling the story with dignity. Emotions are so close to the surface in soap operas, and this story can serve a purpose by showing what transgenders go through, he said."

Ross, you are beautiful. No matter what they say.