So here we are, the end of the week, and the beginning of the ex. I think i'm going this year... but BIGGER NEWS...
I'm starting a new job. Still as a travel agent. but bigger and better, and i cant fucking wait.
I'm scared/nervous/pukey/excited/anxious/disturbed at how awesome this is going to be. I cant even wait. I want it to be July 1st NOW NOW NOW. NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW. NOW NOW NOW. omg. now. I wont tell you where until its officially announced that I'm leaving my work. i've handed in my two weeks and everything, it just hasn't been made public knowledge. except when "hoochie" and i talk about it. lol.
Also, for those of you who see me in the peg, you may also notice I'm not wearing my engagement ring (which would normally NEVER leave my hand, and i feel naked with out it.) BUT we took it in to have the diamond that fell out fixed. P.S. WK CHAN ARE SUCH ASSHOLES. Don't make me feel bad about you guys being dirtbags. eff you assholes. Convo as follows.
Me/Sean: Hi. We'd like to get this ring fixed.
Lady: YOU NEED YOUR RECEEEEEEEEEEIIIIPT (RAWR RAWR!!)
Me: if we're paying for it?
Lady: No. let me see it. *looks at busted P.O.S cause their fucking ripoff jerks*... It'll cost you about 100.00
Sean: WHAT?!?!? The guy said it would be 60.00 2 weeks ago.
Lady: I don't believe you. who'd you talk to?
Me: that guy. the one over there *points*
Lady: Mr.JOE FUCKIN SCHMOE come here.
Guy: Yes?
Lady: they said you said you would fix it for 60.
Guy: who'd you talk to?!??
Lady: they said you.
Guy: *looks at ring* well.. i.... fine.
Lady: It'll be ready in a week. we will call you. give me your phone number now.
Sean: 888-3545 (not. dont call that number)
Lady: ok. *stares at us* What else do you want?
Me: a ticket, or receipt maybe so you dont rip us off again?
Lady: *shoves receipt at sean* maybe thank you would be appropriate.
me: bull shit. *storms out*
and CUT SCENE.
Moral of story: fuck you wk chan. you ripped us off once. never again.
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