Things that I hate:
- The ones who think they know everything but haven't got a clue.
- People who pretend.
- People who have interests in sports for only one event. For isntance, Soccer, football, baseball, olympic final rounds, etc. I hate people who pretend to know anything about anything right when the championships are around.
- People who bitch and complain.
- People who are more self absorbed than I am.
- LJ entries that are all so sad and sob storified to the point of it just being a crock of shit.
- Opinions and eyes that I do not care to have on my LJ.
Things I don't hate:
- The ability to cut the things I hate off from the world.
SO in case you didn't get the message, this Lj is now strictly friends.
Take your prying eyes elsewhere, if you want to be added ( which I doubt you will ) post a comment.
The OC called me back last week, about 2 weeks after they said they'd call. They said they wanted to schedule an interview with me and liked my app and blah blah blah. So I told them to go fuck themselves. It's been 3 weeks since they decided to respond, I'm not going to work for people that can't get their shit together, it was a fucking dispatch job not a fuckin deputy replacement position.
Working at the Country Club is good though, Joe wants to give me more hours already, he compliments me all the time and the members there are alread taking a liking to me. I'm beginning to get really interested in Golf now. Starting to learn a lot just by watching and asking random questions that pop into my head from time to time. Oh, did I mention I really enjoy working behind the bar? Yeah, drinks are fun.
I'm an Uncle now of a 3 year old nephew and a 2 year old niece. Eric and Lyddia. They are the most adorable little kids I've ever met and my dad being a grand father is even cuter. I love that little man. Anyway, my sister is 24 now and she lives in an apartment with her husband and the apartment itself is the same size as my house. No joke. This is the girl that was sent away when I was 12 ( and no I haven't seen her since she left until 3 weeks ago ) by my step mother and got involved with the wrong crowds in mass. Basically, she had no hope.
However, she's made me and my father very proud and relieved.
Alicia was here as well from Wed to Saturday and it was so much fun I can't even describe it. Our relationship is so goddamn amazing I can't even explain it. I just feel like I have this incredible connection with her it's just so.. *sigh*. I dunno. Saying goodbye to her on Saturday was quite possibly one of the saddest things I've had to do in a while. My dad was rather disappointed that she didn't come to say goodbye, but once I explained it to him, he didn't mind. He thought it was cute though.
So here I am, just sitting in my room without a shirt and thinking about the two weeks that have gone by and I'm just wondering to myself, what comes next? I mean, I know I go to school in a few months and there I probably succeed some more... but what else? I mean, what else happens from here? Everything seems so solid and so secure; however if things always repeat themselves, that means the world is about to turn upside down on me.
The luck of the Billy.
I'll post later.
Im in a frenzy... 8 years later and she calls today..
We're leaving to Far River mass tomorrow at 4 am.
Alicia honey, I'm sorry I didn't get to call you tonight and I plan on having my phone with me..
Eight fuckin years...
Oh wait, didn't you know? Yeesh, how silly of me.
I've been really sick for the past two days and let me tell you, it kicked my ass this time around. I'll give you the story because I know you're all so desperate in need of a fill in for it =)
I was getting ready for an UBRS run since I decided to cancle the ZG raid due to five no shwos. ( I know none of you know what I'm talking about so we'll just leave it at that ) and all of a sudden, I get INCREDIBLY dizzy. I'm talking some serious vertigo to mean, like I can barely walk, the whole world starts spinning as I stumble to the bathroom and hurl my guts 20 seconds after I walked into the bathroom. I yell and yell for my dad since I can't turn my head or my body to wake him ( since I would have just fallen and vomitted again and then, had the priviledge of laying in it ) so I picked my hamper up ( which was filled with clothes mind you ) and tossed it over my body ( which was slumped over the toilet awaiting the next dreadful deposit ) and it hit his door. The hamper did not wake him up. So I sent Chester on a recon mission to wake him, however "Chest go knock on Trevor's door" is apparently translated in cat language to "Your boy is sick so you must now beg him for food and rub up against him until he submits to your inevitable will." Eventually Trevor awoke, either it was the painful dry heaving ( I left the door open so the world can hear and smell my puke of course ) or the hamper jarred him awake 5 minutes later.
To make a long story short, I'm not used to be crippled by some sudden stomach thing, so I've been haulin my immune system into over time by sleeping excessively, taking tums blah bla blah. But hey, I feel a lot better today, however I don't want to count my blessings on that one because last night when I said that, I puked all the contents of my meager meal 5 minutes after I got off the phone with Alicia.
As I told her though, when I feel better, I always take the hop skip and a jump all at once because I hate being bed ridden. I'm going to make one hell of an old man I know it.
Anyway, the day was beautiful so I did some laundry, took a bit of a rest, ate 2 cans of chicken noodle soup, crakcers etc. Walked down to floyds ( thought I was gonna die ) and came back watched some more Judging Amy and Law and Order. ( I'm now a faithful to the TnT Primetime in the Daytime bs ) and here I an. 2 Bottles of Gingered Ale and Saltines with chicken noodle soup teamed up with my own special concoction of Tums+Ester C + Echinacia I'm feeling a lot better. Still weak, but hey, I've done enough of hop scotch today.
I need to talk to my sweetums now. But she's working SO, I'm gonna WoW it up for it bit.
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So I'm just chillin today, not really doing much of anything. I've had so much I've been wanting to write in my journal, but I just haven't really made any effort to get onto the site. Ever had one of those days?
I had that interview with the guy who literally hunted me down to give me the job to his country club, and he told me flat out he wants me to work for him and such and the little app he gave me to fill out is basically just protocol. It was a nice feeling to have someone recognize me for my skills with people and business.
I still have to call the OC Sherrif back, I want that job too. If I get both jobs, that'd be so motherufuckinpewpewlazurbeembamfbbqstfukthxbai awesome. <- Internet combo,+5 points for including it into regular writing.
I decided to quit Rinkers today, because the women there are well... cunts. Flat out. Cunts. I'm talkin like top of the line bitches and they treated me like shit just because I'm the managers kid. That's okay though, because they didn't know that the manager's son is very good with politics. What do I mean by that?
Well, by the end of this month two women will be fired.
Don't, fuck, with, me.
Anyway, I'm on AIM right now, just chillin'. I watched a bit of Judging Amy today, not sure why though cause the script is sub par and really obvious. However, it's a nice change from being on my computer or at work.
I should really do the dishes, I told my dad I would.
I have an addiction, Monster energy drinks.
Hi, my name is William Beal and I'm an addict. I've been drinking monsters for over a year now and I've noticed that I've gone from buying 1 or 2 a day, to buying 3 or 5 a day. I, am an addict.
AH! Soooo scattered!
Anyway, I hunger for food.
pew pew lazur beem bitches. ALL PRAISE RAPTOR JESUS OLOL!
I applied to for a dispatching job last week at the sheriffs office of oranges county. They said they would call me today, however they haven't had a chance to read the applications so now they're going to wait another week, damnitall. I really want to work there! That's such an awesome start to my future career.
The older women at Rinkers ( save for Lucinda ) are pretty well fucked. My dad has been watching the surveilance tapes and needless to say, he was not impressed with what he saw. I really hate the women that work there ( Save for Lucinda and Ashley ) because all they do is bitch about other people's jobs and scheme how to get my father and other males fired. Just goes to show how pathetic and uneducated they are, when you go against your employer, you always lose ( save for the slaves, however I don't think you can really call them employees.. there more like slaves than anything ;-) ).
ALicia is going to coming up soon, NOT soon enough however, because I'd really like to see her. She's so awesome, and it sucks she's going to have to make that massive drive all by herself. Lame! Oh, let me tell you how awesome she is; she's working at the college and doing some drafting thing or what not ( I have no idea, it's some program she learned about in her CE classes ) and she was told that she would have a lot of work all summer. No, not my sweety, she works so well that the guy is running out of work and the summer has barely started! Hahah! teh pwnt nubs!
I feel bad for my father though because he has to deal with such bullshit at work, and I feel bad for myself because I still have to work there and deal with the wicked cunts of the west for another week.
Now that I've posted about my sheriffs dispatch job and got my hopes all increased again, I won't have to pretend that my journal is bane of good luck.
After 5 days of working from 5:30 to 3:30, I'm very happy to have the next three days off. Very happy. I woke up at 7, but told myself that it's my day off and I will not get up early, so I stayed in bed until 11. Literally forced myself to stay in bed. And it felt great.
It's such a beautiful day outside today, I think I'm going to walk into the woods and find myself a big giant log and strap it to my back. Doesn't that sounds like an odd ball plan? But it really isn't, seeing as I really don't feel like paying for a membership at the local gym, I might as well make do with what I have. I have 2 forty-five pound dumb bells and 2 35 lb. dumb bells. After that, I have pretty much nothing in weights. However, I just now remembered I have a jump rope.
Anyway, about this log thing, my plan is to find a really big one, seeing as I have incredibly strong legs and back, I'm planning to find a log that weighs my weight if not more. That way while I'm walking around on the hills on the fields out behind my house, I can work my obliques and lats due to forcing my body to have balance with the large amount of weight. It'll be good too because I'm doing pushups everyday, increasing each day with 5 more to do. Same with sit ups. I'm up to 40 pushups morning and night and 70 sit ups morning night.
Moving on from that, I really wish I had money to get my tattoos. I still want them badly, however I don't have any money to get the ones I want and a touch up on my current one.
Anyway, I think I'm just gonna chill, unless someone wants to do something, I don't care. I may even just go to web falls and be done with it.
I should shower, I smell funny.
It's true, and you all know it. If I take the time to talk to someone and if I really want to grab their attention, I can make anyong like me. I've broken the toughest of asshole-type personality gaurds.
1) Duffy Miller - First high school principal, real prick and tried being stern with me. That lasted a week.
2) Tom ( McDonalds ) - Tried to be stern, show me that he was boss, you know, the whole boss bit. One day with me and he was making jokes with me in the back room about tits and asses while the rest of the employees were treated like shit.
3) Sarah's Mother ( My Grandmother ) - Claims she hates teenage boys, proves it by the story she told me about kicking her son out when he hit his teenage years and not letting her teenage grandson up during the summer because she hates teenage boys. She now invites me to dinner and may even get her husband ( my grandfather ) to take me out on an all expense payed, week vacation to London.
Face it, I have the gift of gab and can get passed anyones "hard assness", if I really wanted to.
And that's how I know I'm so secure at this job and any job I have in the future, people are always on my side ( the ones that count ) and I always have more friends in important places than the nay-sayers on the side lines. People love me, and I use it.
Ashley and I are working tomorrow. Time and a half, which comes out to like 11.62 an hour for us, which is good because money is good. The only down side, working with July-the-sabor-tooth-crotch-critter-backwoods-retard-from-hell. Not for long though.
I wonder what Steve and Matt are up to.
Because then I'd know she was here.
I miss my kitten. I'd really like to corroborate plans with you sometime in the near future hun, it's no fun here without you. The crashing game just isn't the same without you kicking my ass at it.
Trevor finally contacted the owner of the stores, told him the situation of the women talking down to all of us, acting as though they were manager. I can tell you this right off, Julie will be fired. Here's what happened ( shortened version ):
The day Julie started working, she accused Trevor of playing favorites to me ( which is by far NOT TRUE, I have to meet his expectations TWICE as often as these lazy bitches ) and from then on she's been causing a lot of trouble. Belittling me and even going as far to literally, starting rumors about how I handle customers.
Those that read this journal and know me in real life, you know how I treat people when I'm working because you've ALL been served by me at McDonalds, and you all know damne well I make everyone feel happy, welcome and walk away smiling.
She made rumors saying I was making fun of smokers.. to their face.
Then she begins to tell Trevor I'm not doing my job, so Trevor had me make a list of everything SHE doesn't do in a day.
This is what I found:
1) She leaves 2 hours early but still posts as leaving at her scheduled time
2) She takes well over an hour of break time a day. When she's only allowed 20 minutes.
3) She does not now how to stock the cooler.
4) And she does not work.
The bitch is being fired, and she's all smiley because she thinks she's got me by the nuts. Rude awakening you back woods retard, you've been pwnt. Carlene and Donna are well on their way.
However, Ashley and I are making a really good time at Rinkers, getting everything done and being complimented by the most important of customers.
My dad is having a rough time with these older women though, they aren't exactly polite to their manager and I can't wait till he slams down with the gavel.
I have a picture of Alicia as my desktop, and everytime I see it, it makes me happy and disappointed. Happy because I get to see her beautiful face everytime the computer comes on and disappointed because I know it's just a picture and soon the computer will be off.
Work is good though, it keeps my mind off things.