So as I become more and more congested, I can’t help but be a little paranoid. I mean seriously, swine flu seems a little unnecessary. But I feel like everyone I know knows someone with it, and they’re all sick. So my chances are pretty good.
The best part of all of this is my company’s swine flu policy. It says that you don’t need a note saying you have swine flu to be out of work, but you do need a note saying you don’t have swine flu to come back to work. This makes absolutely no sense. So, you can miss work for a month, go to the doctor, he writes a note saying you don’t have it, then you come back to work punishment free. Vacation time, anyone?
I started culinary school a month ago and I am definitely in love with it. I cut back my work hours to focus on classes, and then what happens. I get a promotion to a job that I’ve wanted for a while and won’t be open again until someone retires. The only thing is, it’s full time plus some and crazy hours. I’m never going to get any sleep. Add that to my pitiful excuse for an immune system and I’m going to be sick all freaking winter.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
That Night
Dear Racist Asshole:
I would really like to hate you. I would. But I don’t.
I feel bad for you because you’re living in a fantasy world where black people aren’t people. Most of the things you’ve said to me in the last few days via the 60 unanswered creepy texts that I’m still not answering have made me cry. Most have made me want to strangle you. And some made no sense at all.
I feel bad for you because if you ever move out of the dirty rundown house with no heat that you live in, you’re gonna be shocked to see what the world really looks like. That real people don’t see color. That anyone with an IQ over 70 knows that Hitler was insane, and that there will never be an “Aryan nation” like you think it will be. I hate to tell you, but you have brown hair. You never would have made it.
You hate people on welfare, but you’ve done nothing for months except drink and drug away all of your unemployment. That’s government funding too, you lazy bastard. You will never be any better than anyone else. You won’t even be as good as most people. You’re literally the scum of the world and karma is going to get you. Watch out. I won't be ashamed of who I love and you're too closed minded to realize that.
Amber
Dear everyone else there that night:
It really hurts to know that no one checked on me after I started hyperventilating. That you let me drive home without at least checking to look and see if my eyes were both open. That you knew what he said and wouldn’t let me in the house to hit him. That you continued the party after I left without a phone call, text message or anything to check on me. Fuck all of you.
Amber
I would really like to hate you. I would. But I don’t.
I feel bad for you because you’re living in a fantasy world where black people aren’t people. Most of the things you’ve said to me in the last few days via the 60 unanswered creepy texts that I’m still not answering have made me cry. Most have made me want to strangle you. And some made no sense at all.
I feel bad for you because if you ever move out of the dirty rundown house with no heat that you live in, you’re gonna be shocked to see what the world really looks like. That real people don’t see color. That anyone with an IQ over 70 knows that Hitler was insane, and that there will never be an “Aryan nation” like you think it will be. I hate to tell you, but you have brown hair. You never would have made it.
You hate people on welfare, but you’ve done nothing for months except drink and drug away all of your unemployment. That’s government funding too, you lazy bastard. You will never be any better than anyone else. You won’t even be as good as most people. You’re literally the scum of the world and karma is going to get you. Watch out. I won't be ashamed of who I love and you're too closed minded to realize that.
Amber
Dear everyone else there that night:
It really hurts to know that no one checked on me after I started hyperventilating. That you let me drive home without at least checking to look and see if my eyes were both open. That you knew what he said and wouldn’t let me in the house to hit him. That you continued the party after I left without a phone call, text message or anything to check on me. Fuck all of you.
Amber
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