Arch-Nemesis
Nov. 15th, 2004 11:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meccahiI have never had an arch-nemesis, and I think it's high time I did.
And I have discovered her.
I went to a job interview this morning. It was another temp service. A rather dinky one to be honest. All they had was telemarketing.
Uh-uh. I DON'T think so. Been there. Done that. Wanted to kill. Bad, bad idea.
Moving on.......The woman( named Alicia!) who "interviewed" me (if you want to call it that), was the ANTITHESIS of all that I stand for.
Imagine with me, if you will, fake boobs, fake tan, dyed blond hair, bleached fucking white teeth, obvious signs of facial plastic surgery, and I'm certain she's botoxed more than once. She had the fake girlish high pitched voice. She wanted to look 20 even though she looked on the near side of 40. She even did that annoying incredibly forced cute sneeze where it comes out like a little squeek.
AND when she laughed, she wrinkled her nose. She wrinkled her FUCKING nose, I swear to god.
I wanted to puke right on her designer shoes.
I wanted to ask her SO badly if it hurt her face to make any expressions.
This is to you Fake-Tits-Alicia. You are now my arch-nemesis. Congratulations.
Ugh. I need to shower now. That was disgusting.
I swear to the Gods that she wasn't even human.
I honestly don't care all that much about plastic surgery, but Christ on a bicycle be fucking real. Superficiality really does make me naseous.
Speaking of bicycles, mine was stolen this morning. Right off of the top of my truck where it was bungeed all to hell.
Bastards.
Revenge is mine since the bike was BROKEN. Fuckers.
I really DO like to say Fuck alot.
Ugh.
I really don't care about the loss of the bike, but it's just the fact that it was stolen. That some thieving little bastard(s) was/were on my property and felt the need to take something that wasn't theirs.
Karma prevails motherfucker.
You'd think I was bitter or something reading this. I'm really not. Just frustrated, and sadly, mournfully broke.
Off to clean myself.
End Transmission.
And I have discovered her.
I went to a job interview this morning. It was another temp service. A rather dinky one to be honest. All they had was telemarketing.
Uh-uh. I DON'T think so. Been there. Done that. Wanted to kill. Bad, bad idea.
Moving on.......The woman( named Alicia!) who "interviewed" me (if you want to call it that), was the ANTITHESIS of all that I stand for.
Imagine with me, if you will, fake boobs, fake tan, dyed blond hair, bleached fucking white teeth, obvious signs of facial plastic surgery, and I'm certain she's botoxed more than once. She had the fake girlish high pitched voice. She wanted to look 20 even though she looked on the near side of 40. She even did that annoying incredibly forced cute sneeze where it comes out like a little squeek.
AND when she laughed, she wrinkled her nose. She wrinkled her FUCKING nose, I swear to god.
I wanted to puke right on her designer shoes.
I wanted to ask her SO badly if it hurt her face to make any expressions.
This is to you Fake-Tits-Alicia. You are now my arch-nemesis. Congratulations.
Ugh. I need to shower now. That was disgusting.
I swear to the Gods that she wasn't even human.
I honestly don't care all that much about plastic surgery, but Christ on a bicycle be fucking real. Superficiality really does make me naseous.
Speaking of bicycles, mine was stolen this morning. Right off of the top of my truck where it was bungeed all to hell.
Bastards.
Revenge is mine since the bike was BROKEN. Fuckers.
I really DO like to say Fuck alot.
Ugh.
I really don't care about the loss of the bike, but it's just the fact that it was stolen. That some thieving little bastard(s) was/were on my property and felt the need to take something that wasn't theirs.
Karma prevails motherfucker.
You'd think I was bitter or something reading this. I'm really not. Just frustrated, and sadly, mournfully broke.
Off to clean myself.
End Transmission.
