Today was been such a shitty day. Everything was peachy until this afternoon. I got to work on time, got my coffee and started my day as usual and waited for my replacement to get there so I could start on training her. She's a nice girl named Jessica from the south. She was easy to get along with, funny, and a quick learner. *thumbs up* Anyway, I was terminated today...while training a new employee. Yeeeah, go me! In a way, I'm sort of mad at myself, but then again I'm mad at my company as well as the girl that I was waiting on. To make a long story short, this girl (around my age, maybe a lil younger 20ish) came up and said she wanted to pay $10 for gas on pump_whatever. I said ok, would you like a reciept and she said yes and handed me a fist full of dollar bills. Well, if any of you that are reading this actually know me, then you know that I'm somewhat of a comic. I like to play with people and make them laugh. Anyhow, I said "Wow! That's alot of ones! Did you just come from the strip club?". She sort of chuckled and said "No, I'm a hairdresser so that's my tip money." So, to which I replied "That's cool. Have a great day!". Well, whattayaknow, here comes what looks like the mother from 'whats eating gilbert grape' looking like she's aboot to level the place. I greeted her and asked 'Can I help you?'. She then blows up at me about the whole situation. Implying that I called her daughter a whore or something. Umm, no! If I was going to do that I would have come right out and said it and maybe added a bitchslap or two for fun. But I didnt! So fuck ya! She demands a manager, blah-blah-blah. I went to my GM and told him the whole thing as soon as he got in the door, just so he was prepared for a whale out of water was about to ruin his (and mine) day. He laughed!!! FUCKING LAUGHED!! Well, she called back and they spoke. Long-story-short, corporate had to be involved because this was 'sexual harassment'. Oh blow me! You cant take a joke, thats your fault that your 400 pounds and miserable. Stop eating hamburgers! She said that I was totally inappropriate. No, what is inappropriate is someone your size testing the elasticity in that god awful shirt your wearing and waving those flabby-ass meathooks at me. I admit, that I said something that I probably shouldn't have. HOWEVER! Walking into a place of business and creating a total scene, waving your fat ass arms around and yelling at the cute homo behind the desk IS appropriate? Um, I think not. Then after she comes back from the office with the assistant manager (getting the GM's number, etc), she comes BACK over and gets in my face with "My daughter OWNS her own business. One of the busiest salons in the city. What do you do?". To which I replied "That's nice! Who cares? Apparently I guess I just get complaints from fat people.". Anyway, HR said they had to let me go. Which is completely fucked up considdering that everybody there talks shit behind the counter and is really fresh with eachother all the time. So, why do I get to be made the example? I think alot of people's days are numbered at that place. Knowing the crap that goes on there...I could prolly fuck up alot for them there. We'll see how things go from here. I'm supposed to have some vacation time left. They said they dunno if I can have it. Again, time will tell. And it will also tell who else has a job there and who doesn't. In a way, I guess I got my wish. To be rid of Pilot. But I don't like how it ended on bad terms. I've never been fired from anywhere before!!! That pisses me off. I guess because it wasn't me saying "okay, I'm done". *sigh* I dunno. However I do have a fulltime job already lined up with Dan. Oye.

My Saturday started off fine other than being jerked around once again by Journeys. Can't get a straight answer out of anyone concerning my interview. I got the run-around once more from the store manager stating that his manager is going to be out of town for atleast a week. Ugh, whatever. At this point I could give a shit less if they hire me or not. I just want a straight answer; yes or no. Anyway, I had to go to work. I don't have time to sit around and wait for you to call and be available to talk. I went in at 3 and got a phone call around 5:15. Ash said your boyfriend is on the phone for you. I picked up and he was crying and that made me worried. I asked what's wrong and he said that some asshole pipe-liner had been flying past the house and smashed my dog. I said I'm on my way and hung up and left. I got home and the police were leaving, Mac and his Aunt Kathi came out of the house and he had tears in her eyes. She frowned at me and shook her head and I knew she was gone. They put Thumper on the back of the truck wrapped in a blankey. I went over and pulled the blanket back and started to pet her head and talk to her. I got a little choked up and covered her back up and went to the shed to get a pick and a shovel. The ground is too hard and rocky to do it by hand so we had to wait till the next day to have a friend bring down his back-hoe. We started cutting and splitting wood all day Sunday until Glenn brought it down on a trailer. I was okay all day until he got it out and started digging. I guess it didn't really seem real until you see the final resting place of someone/thing that you love. An empty hole that you know what's going in it to fill the space of the of absent earth. I started to cry then more and more. I followed the backhoe across the yard to the truck where I climbed in and rolled her onto the bucket. Then the sad march of knowing what's comming next back to the grave. It was like the people that march behind Pallbearers at funerals with the casket from the hearse to the wake. That sad slow march of death. I got down in the hole and waited for the bucket to be lowered where I could reach her and lift her down. I grabbed ahold of her and pulled and rolled her out. Her blankey started to come undone from around her, so I sat a minute next to her in the cold earth and scratched her ears then kissed her on the head and told said "Bye Thumpy. I love you. Miss you". I tucked her back in and wrapped her up. We decided to leave her collar on her since she wore it all her life so it only seemed right. Mac and I took turns turning in the first shovelfuls of dirt then motioned for the backhoe to start pushing the rest of it in. It was so sad. Everybody got to see me cry like a little baby. I feel bad, I wanted to make her a coffin out of wood before spring because we thought she wouldn't make it another winter. Too late for that now. It angers me how she suffered for so long after being hit. It didn't kill her right away. She layed in the road all broken and whimpering for about 15 minutes. I want to kill the guy so bad that hit her. Fucking asshole from down south. His day will come, I just know it. Never know, maybe I'll be the one to give him a bad day.






I love you Thumpy. Rest in Peace... 8-(

It's been about a week since I last posted. I've been so sick. I'm achy, hot then cold, tired, and lazy. I don't have much energy at all. All I want to do is stay in bed. I was an hour late to work yesterday. Some idiot had put me on the schedule for the morning instead of my normal hours. Almost ran off the road on the way to work because this medicine makes me feel sluggish and high. I stayed through half of my shift then told them I had to go home. I hope today will be better. Ugh, I feel like crap. I hate being sick. I need to be better soon. I have a second interview at Journeys on Friday, this time with the District Manager. In the mean time, I have to work on Friday and will have to tell them I have a appointment I can't miss. Blarg! I'm so not looking forward to being on my feet all day taking crap from the general public. I haven't shaved in days. I have no energy to really do anything. I can't wait till this cold passes.

So, I have an interview at the mall for management at Journeys. I'm excited and a little nervous all at the same time. I can't wait to be rid of Pilot. I think this will be good for me. I spoke with the store manager a few days ago and he said my app. looks "really good". I hope I get this. Wish me luck!