earl

when she called off again today, for the second time this week, D said, "well her back had better be broken, because if i find out it's not i'm breaking her head."

i love her for that.

anyway, she claimed that she was in the hospital because she fell on some ice and fractured her back. so D felt that it was her duty to call the three local hospitals to see if she truly was at one of them. yeah, not so much. at least we got a good laugh out of it, D calling around that is.

it hit me today, i work with earl, well the female version of earl, from nbc's my name is earl. and by female i mean she's more manlier than jason lee, but a wee less hairy. *her mustache doesn't count. her car breaks down, she almost kills people with her car when it is running, she has every disease known to man (i joke and say that she has an enlarged prostate), she works two jobs, owns two cars, and a house, buys & eats a bag of oreos a day, and yet she's always broke. this hurts, that's swollen, this part is numb, while another part is throbbing. she steals, she lies, she whines and she complains. and she is my daily does of hell. when i can't stand you, well then you know that you have a problem, because i'm the one at work who is known as the understanding one. the one with the most patience. the one who is nice to everyone. and my thoughts are, the bitch need to get outta my space. but anyway, i realized today that all the bad and negative stuff that she puts out there comes back to her twice as bad. and with that i stopped feeling sorry for her and came to the conclusion that everything bad that happens in her life she brings on herself. and people say you can't learn anything from tv.