shit god damn! (get off your ass and jam)
since i havent blogged in a while i started making a list of potential blog subjects...
i think thats pretty funny that i did that.
hopefully the same amount of attention is paid to this blog as i put into it.
by the way, drew is dancing behind me to some techno remix and its making me sexually uncomfortable.
"dont mind me, im just gonna dance" says drew.
anyway this post is actually about the sweet way paul has of handling things. Paul, if you are reading this dont get mad or anything, i think even you will step back and think 'hmm, thats funny i guess'.
so i come into work yesterday to find 0 parking spots in our lot and i think to myself "wow there much be a ton of customers in there". when i get in there is 1 customer so im like "yo paul what the hell is up with the whole parking lot being filled up and none of them being our customers?" and he says that its all people parking at the dance center right behind our store. Now, you have to understand that we've had a long-running feud with these dance center fucks about them always stealing our parking or blocking our driveway so they can sit in their huge SUVs and wait in our small parking lot drive thru for their kids to come out of the dance center. I guess you have to know the geography to see how bad it is, but it is a problem.
anyway, i say to paul "well tell them to get the fuck outta there!" jokingly
and all of the sudden paul gets pissed of at me and is like "WHOOA man, whoa! cut it out!" and im dumbfounded thinking he has changed sides and is ok with our entire parking lot being wasted by assholes (this time its asshole who arent our customers) and he is just like "i dont need that language ok?" and i look around and say 'whats the deal? theres no one here who cares if i swear once between friends?' and he says 'well maybe i dont want that kind of language, huh?'
ok fine whatever..
30 minutes later we start having computer problems and while there are customers with children waiting to be helped paul is on the ground trying to fix the computer, gets frustrated and yells "SHIT! GOD DAMNIT! AHH!"
whoa, man! i dont need THAT kind of language, and i certainly know moms dont want to hear it and they sure dont want their kids to.
anyway, i just thought it was funny.
i hope i dont get in trouble now.
i think thats pretty funny that i did that.
hopefully the same amount of attention is paid to this blog as i put into it.
by the way, drew is dancing behind me to some techno remix and its making me sexually uncomfortable.
"dont mind me, im just gonna dance" says drew.
anyway this post is actually about the sweet way paul has of handling things. Paul, if you are reading this dont get mad or anything, i think even you will step back and think 'hmm, thats funny i guess'.
so i come into work yesterday to find 0 parking spots in our lot and i think to myself "wow there much be a ton of customers in there". when i get in there is 1 customer so im like "yo paul what the hell is up with the whole parking lot being filled up and none of them being our customers?" and he says that its all people parking at the dance center right behind our store. Now, you have to understand that we've had a long-running feud with these dance center fucks about them always stealing our parking or blocking our driveway so they can sit in their huge SUVs and wait in our small parking lot drive thru for their kids to come out of the dance center. I guess you have to know the geography to see how bad it is, but it is a problem.
anyway, i say to paul "well tell them to get the fuck outta there!" jokingly
and all of the sudden paul gets pissed of at me and is like "WHOOA man, whoa! cut it out!" and im dumbfounded thinking he has changed sides and is ok with our entire parking lot being wasted by assholes (this time its asshole who arent our customers) and he is just like "i dont need that language ok?" and i look around and say 'whats the deal? theres no one here who cares if i swear once between friends?' and he says 'well maybe i dont want that kind of language, huh?'
ok fine whatever..
30 minutes later we start having computer problems and while there are customers with children waiting to be helped paul is on the ground trying to fix the computer, gets frustrated and yells "SHIT! GOD DAMNIT! AHH!"
whoa, man! i dont need THAT kind of language, and i certainly know moms dont want to hear it and they sure dont want their kids to.
anyway, i just thought it was funny.
i hope i dont get in trouble now.
posted by Jordan @ 11:36 AM
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