Hey Bitches.

The only thing I asked for was Xmas Eve off.

I didn't get it.

I posted a notice to switch my Xmas Eve shift for someone else's Xmas day shift and when I came in this morning my notice was gone.

So I was talking to my supe and saying Xmas Eve was the only day I wanted off, and poor me I could work Saturday or Xmas day for someone else and was it management that took my notice off the board or was someone inquiring?

Some guy was standing there at the right time and he said he'd take my Xmas Eve if I took his Xmas Day.

Huzzah Bitches! You shall all be subjected to my new blue cheese recipe! Whether you like it or not!

Hey Bitches!

Right now, I'm eating French toast that I fried in margarine that I'd previously used to fry bologna.  Not only it is like, holyfuckingshitballs awesome tasting?  It also turned out absofuckinglutely perfectly.  

The key to perfect French toast is this: turn the burner on high and let the pan heat up while you prep the eggs.  Whether you used one or two eggs(I like two eggs for two pieces of bread) don't add milk or water.  You may be tempted to but let the eggs do the work. 

When the pan is really, really hot, put the French toast in the pan and immediately turn the heat to low-medium.  Do NOT push down on the bread or flatten it, just patiently let it cook and keep an eye on it to ensure it's not burning.  Flip it when it's ready, let that side cook, and there you go.

Anyway Bitches, I'm going to Saint's Rest Beach tomorrow to check out the hiking trail.  If any Bitches wanna come, I'm gettin off from my fucking hellhole job at 1pm and I'll have my cell.

I know none of you will read this between now and then anyway, but the invitation is there.  Bitches.

Hey Bitches!

You know when you're working at one of those worthless fucking call centre jobs, and you just can't talk to the customer anymore?  And then you jokingly ask your co-worker to pretend they're  you and finish the job?

Sometimes that shit works, man!

So here's to Pete, my guy at work, for calling that motherfucker back for me.  

Thanks, Pete!

Hey Bitches!

Our trainer left us buddy-jacking ALL evening!  That dipshit.

I told him I wasn't learning anything and that it wasn't on me when the shit hits the fan.

Later that night he locked the training room door with my shit inside, but that's okay, what he doesn't know is that he's a shit-stain and I'm not, so HA HA.

Fucking shit-licking ball sack.

Hey Bitches.

I went to Maces Bay via Chance Harbour on Canada Day.  I don't know about you guys but I've never been there before and it's one of the most beautiful places in New Brunswick, just amazing.  

Too bad you missed it.  What's also too bad is that my camera batteries were dead and my back-up batteries were also dead.  I'm going back though.

Anyway, I went for my interview today.  Some guy and I had the interview together.  The woman interviewing us kept talking about the job and shit and then she was talking about the pay and then she was talking about bringing lunch and a blank cheque.  I'm sitting there thinking, "Did I just get hired?  Did I miss that part?"  The other guy said, "So...by showing up on Tuesday it means we're hired?"

Basically, Bitches, it was more of an orientation than an interview.  

Should I be worried?  I mean, even RMH(R. M. H.) pretended to give a shit about my resume and references.

So in this post I present to you bitches one of the four photos I was able to take on Canada Day.