Wakes up in the morning…

Mom: Michael Jackson’s has passed away

Me: Really?... Of

Mom : Heart attack…

Me : Umm ok….

Goes to work…

Boss: How Alison how, Michael’s dead…

Me : ??????

7hours later…

Boss : How Alison how, he’s dead….

Me: ?????????????

Well, even if I had the gift to resurrect people, he won’t be on my list..

Yeah! Ok so his death was untimely and sudden. I’m not a fan of his, but yes he does make  good music. I’ve suddenly lost my chain of thots..hmmmm

Gawd, I’m in my foulest mood.

I seriously need a break. This whole week has been disastrous, one after another. My weekend wasn’t great although it was my day off, but thanks to Stephanie, she made my day. I wanted PEACE and people to leave me Alone specially from work. I miss going out with my parents even if it’s for grocery shopping. I miss sleeping /waking up late. I miss going out with my friends, although sometimes I’d rather stay home and sit in front of the PC. I want my day off to be quiet, no calls from hell.

Argggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!

 My problems started when my boss hired a part-timer.

At 1^st   , life was super peachy, until Dick Cheese (Name: Ashley M) came along and created problems for me and my manager. This dick cheese is the Ultimate harbringer of bad luck. I seriously honestly dislike him with a passion. This dick doesn’t have common sense at all. He can’t even do a no brainer job without getting fucked at the end of the day. My boss calls him a dreamer. How much can one person dream

 Dick cheese here wants to become and aspiring actor. His dream is to become a Hollywood actor and currently dick cheese is having problems achieving his dream of entering a prestigious acting school in Aust. I think he’s more qualified being a theatrical play actor then being the A-Lister in Hollywood. (Trust me, this dick can ramble on about how awesome of an actor he is just because he played a part in the theatrical play 7 deadly scenes. I love plays but with him in it, I’d rather have my eyes poked with hot iron skewers.). Dick cheese can’t even handle stress. Working 5 days a week is tiring for him. If 5 days of work you can’t even handle, what makes you think being an actor is Heaven. Stupid DICK!!.

Recently I discovered that Dick Cheese frequents the shrink (Lights are on, but no one’s home), either that he just wants self pity from my boss. (Oh boss have mercy on me, I’m a little unwell) If he is seeing a shrink, I think the doc is wasting his/her time listening to dick cheese ramble on about his pathetic self and life. What dick cheese needs is a miracle.

My solution for Dick Cheese

     Quit this job. Need the cash for his big dream?

Go rob a bank

And since he always likes to talk about how awesome and buff his body is, (Fats boy FATS. Nothing but a tub of LARD) and how good looking he is

 (He looks like a Bangladeshi)

  Be a Pimp.