What makes you think I care...

Ok so I know I may just need an AA....as Alicia so kindly told me yesterday. But I am totally worn out from the stupid fair and work ( Ok I loved the fair but it made for no sleeping time). So here is my warning that this could be a bitter and obnoxoius post.

I am at this very moment trying my very hardest to ignore the new guy at work. He however despite my best efforts of typing this blog and trying to give him next to nothing in response...will not stop telling me his life story. He says he was raised in Beverly Hills but I have never met such white trash...ok maybe I have since I started working here...but he definitely makes it in the top ten. I have hardly been listening but I did just here stuff about a girl and something about boobs and a 95 year old man smoking weed. I have only nodded my head a few times and said eww. wow. geez. and "oh yeah livin the dream"(this is my very favorite phrase lately especially when talking about HALLIBURTON) Now he just told me he shot four people in the right shoulder...all in the right shoulder. Then he asks me a question and I give him an answer. Then he talks for another twenty minutes.

Does he not understand that this is my time to waste at work and I do not want him bothering me?? Really!?!

Also he has been here a day and has been calling me darlin and pretty..."I HAVE A NAME"...now this does not bother me when it is Rexifux calling me this cuz I happen to like Rex and he is like my crazy cool uncle type guy. When you are maybe a few years older then me....weigh 70 pounds less then me...and are just plain creepy...you dont get to call me Darlin!

This may sound like an adventure to some of you...like one of those horrible days you get every once in awhile...but let me just tell you this has been my life everyday for my whole summer. Nasty guys wanting my number, begging to take me out, then calling me mean names...which is often followed by them hatefully giving my number to the next guy in line. I dont want to get to know them. I dont care that they think I am pretty. I am here for money. And frankly besides my dad, my grandpas, some uncles and sometimes my brothers and cousins...boys are STUPID! In every sense of the word. I know one day someone will bring this to me and say "hey dont you remember...boys are stupid" that is ok I will eat my words...but I will say them now...with relish!

SO all I want to say to boys from now on is...

"What makes you think I care...."