Yeah, I'm officially one year older. I can't believe a year has passed since my last birthday. Too bad my beeatch of a boss won't let me have the day off to celebrate. I can't even have half a friggin' day. She allowed Goth Queen, my co-worker, to have her b-day, her husband's, and her kids' off. I only asked for half a day. She filled in for Goth Queen but couldn't do that for me because her cock-eyed niece is in the Miss Oregon pageant. I've busted my ass for her and she doesn't give me any credit. It was Goth Queen who made her money last summer. Hello...I was there too. I was the one busting ass while Goth Queen had to take calls from either her kids because they were whining about any bug that crawled up their butts or her husband whining about the kids complaining too much. I never take personal calls at work unless they are a legitimate emergency. I had to pick up her slack. To top it off, every time her family called (which was every 20-30 minutes) she had to go outside for a smoke. Give me a friggin' break. For the record, I don't smoke. It's a filthy and deadly habit. I'm glad that most restaurants and bars here on the coast have gone smoke-free. Come January, every bar has to do that. I'm currently looking for other employment. I'm sick of getting the short end. Sorry that my birthday post turned into a rant about work. This blog is called "Rantings From The Oregon Coast" after all.
'nuff said.