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Jul. 29th, 2003 09:49 amwhere the hell's the coffee mang I need coffee before I slap somebody
Jul. 29th, 2003
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Jul. 29th, 2003 02:26 pmI'm so fucking tired of this shit. I haven't had a raise since I've been working here because of these fools--Yale and the union. And all the updates I get (which are very sporadic) read the same. I think I'm going to don a butthead mask and put a hurting on some folks. Grrrrrr. This has been going on for a YEAR and a freaking HALF, for dog's sake. Why can't they begin negotiations BEFORE contracts run out? Because that would make sense, I guess.
Locals 34 + 35, Federation of University Employees
NEGOTIATIONS BULLETIN
Union bargaining committees pressure Yale to negotiate
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Locals 34 + 35, Federation of University Employees
NEGOTIATIONS BULLETIN
Union bargaining committees pressure Yale to negotiate
( Read more... )
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Jul. 29th, 2003 09:19 pmSo I'm in the convenience store kickin' it old-school and buying a Coke. Wannabe badass with a bald head and sideburns comes in and barks "Marbo Lights" at anyone and everyone. Then he looks out into the parking lot and starts cursing his friend out through the glass. "Motherfucker, don't be fuckin' wit' me!" I calmly complete my transaction, and right as I'm reaching for my change he slams a ten on the counter in front of me and again barks at the clerk, "Marbo LIGHTS." So I kinda take my sweet time getting out of his way, but he's not worried--he's standing there shucking and jiving. "I got heartburn like a MOTHERFUCKER!" I give him a "Whaddya want ME to do about it?" look and walk toward the door, stage-whispering "Christ . . ." as I leave. And of course dude says "WHAT?!?" like a true butthead. I wisely walk out to the car, adjust my fuzzy dice, and calmly leave.
Like my dad says, people are funnier than anybody.
On the way home I threw three fig newtons at people but wasn't lucky enough to hit anyone. I still need more practice. I can easily fling them frisbee-style out the passenger window with pretty good velocity (it's all in the wrist), but I'm still learning how to compensate for wind, speed of the car, etc. I must have put a really funky spin on the first one I threw today, 'cuz it was headed straight for some guy at the bus stop, but right when it got about five feet from him it hooked wildly left. But I'll perfect my technique, just you watch.
See, I told you people are funnier than anybody. I don't exclude myself.
Like my dad says, people are funnier than anybody.
On the way home I threw three fig newtons at people but wasn't lucky enough to hit anyone. I still need more practice. I can easily fling them frisbee-style out the passenger window with pretty good velocity (it's all in the wrist), but I'm still learning how to compensate for wind, speed of the car, etc. I must have put a really funky spin on the first one I threw today, 'cuz it was headed straight for some guy at the bus stop, but right when it got about five feet from him it hooked wildly left. But I'll perfect my technique, just you watch.
See, I told you people are funnier than anybody. I don't exclude myself.