I like you as a friend

A couple of friends have been trying to convince TBU and I to move in with them when their current roommate moves out. We have been trying to make them understand what a terrible idea that is. I am a terrible roommate. Freshman year my roommate hated me so much she moved out. I turned her closet into a wine jug cellar. But I digress. I don’t take responsibility for the situation but I will admit I could have gone about things differently. Namely, when I grew tired of her I didn’t have divide the room with a huge Indian inspired, purple wall hang. You know the ones that signify ‘college dorm room.’ I didn’t have to leave her a note not to talk to me. And when we both had to sign the paper stating the condition of the room when she moved out I didn’t have to sign it Fuck You. Just take my word for it, you don’t want to live with me. I don’t even know what TBU is doing here.

But our friends won’t give up and Saturday night TBU was trying to explain the situation to them but could only come up with, She’s unfriendly. I laughed so hard I made him stop because I couldn’t catch my breath. Then I told them TBU would leave broken glass on the floor and let them bleed to death. Seriously though, I like having friends so let’s not be roommates. That goes for all of you.

I slammed my hand in the car door whilst completely sober. Now I have a ridiculous bruise that looks like it has a corresponding police report on file. And as if that weren’t awesome enough I burnt my middle finger on the same hand. It hurt so bad I cried.

I hate it when:
1) I am liking how smooth the plastic pen feels in my mouth and suddenly realize I borrowed it from that really gross person.
2) People put their whole mouth over their water bottle. It’s a drink, not a blow job. Two people I’ve noticed who do this are my retarded student and Elaine from Seinfeld.

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It’s too risky

Things have been getting crazy at my less and less but entirely temporary job. It’s been a frustrating past few days and even though I haven’t been hanging out at themillionizer.com if you have a blog I’ve been reading it, because I need the entertainment.

Caution: Work rant ahead

Student has been pretty sick since last week and aside from Thursday her parents have been sending her to school. It became glaringly clear that they know she needs to stay home but refuse to keep her there on Monday. Her mom said, Student is still pretty ill but I’m in meetings til noon and her dad won’t be back from the gym until 10:30, so call him then. Wow how terrible of you. They kept sending her and I just kept lobbing her back over the net. Monday, I told Dad I thought she had an ear infection. Two days later, and you know what? You know what the fuck what? I was right. I am a childless 23 year old and I could tell she had an ear infection. What is wrong with these people? If she comes tomorrow, I’m refusing her at the door.

Which leads me to the school nurse. The school nurse never helped me when I was in school and she still fails me. School nurses can suck my left nut. Here’s how it went:

The Millionizer: Can you check her ears out? I think she has an ear infection.
Useless old hag who wears a wireless headset at all times: Oh no I can’t do that.
TM: Meh?
UOHWWAWHAAT: I only have a thermometer.

What is your use? Why am I, as a taxpayer, supporting your futile existence? Last week she told me she couldn’t send Student home because her temperature, although elevated, was below 100 degrees. I told Dad to pick her up anyway. Is a thermometer the only tool in your belt? What if I only have a hammer when I build your house? When someone comes in with a gaping wound are you going to take their temperature and send them back to class?

The last thing pissing me off is that another students mom has been LITERALLY (in every sense of the word) harassing everyone. Everyone includes students, teachers, staff (me!) and administration. She was forcibly removed from the classroom after causing a huge commotion and stealing several documents regarding her daughter. She was locked out. But that didn’t stop her, she took notes with her ear pressed up to the classroom door. Later in the day, the principal had to escort her around campus so she could execute her legal right to observe her daughter in school. While being escorted she pushed me. I know! I KNOW! She pushed me and asked me to sit down because I was blocking the view of her daughter. I told her I don’t go to her work and tell her where to stand. Although, I don’t think she has a job because who has the time to harass people for days at a time? Luckily the principal was there or she would have kicked my ass. But honestly, this woman scares the shit out of me. She rampaged so hardcore she made both of her daughters aides cry and quit. That is how unstable she is. Today was the third consecutive day she’s come. She walked into the classroom and started calling the whole system bullshit. I don’t completely disagree but fucking christ. Lay off the pcp and handle it constructively.

If she comes in tomorrow I’m going to have to let her know that I run into burning buildings AS A HOBBY. You’re not going to intimidate me. Then I’ll call her out on her savage alcoholism. Because that’s the truth. I can smell it, bitch.

The Millionizer feels better now. Thanks.

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I’m still a winner

Just not according to yesterday’s California Lottery drawing.

TBU’s boss asked us to film an improv show. In compensation he offered us free tickets to said show. It makes so little sense. It would probably make sense to this guy if he offered us money and in exchange for the money we would have to light the money on fire for his amusement.

TBU and I have been watching Jeopardy! lately. By the way, how funny is the exclamation point? They’ve got something going with it though because everytime I say or think Jeopardy! it definately has an exclamation point. Back to the point, we do marginally well on the regular games but we kick ass on the teen and celebrity challenges. That led us to think of the ideal categories we would need to win. Those categories are:
Boobies
What they sell at Trader Joe’s
What color is money
Beer
Video games
Television programming
Cocktails
If we got to choose the final Jeopardy! category it would be: Feline mental disorders.

No work today. And you know what? Student’s dad actually called to let me know BEFORE I showed up. How thoughtful. I took the time to meditate on how awesome it’s going to be when I win the Mega Millions drawing tomorrow. $177 million! No really, I visualized the shit out of that.

[tags]Jeopardy!, Lotto, Mega Millions, work sucks[/tags]

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