Shit list continues…

The planets are realigning or something because anything that can screw up… is.

Costco Online Pharmacy… great concept… poor execution.

Dear Costco Online Pharmacy:
Do you realize that if you f’ up my prescription and I have to jump through hoops to get YOUR error fixed I’M going to have a fucking breakdown. And it’s YOU who I’m going to sue because I killed someone?
Thanks much,
Candy~

I actually got fired from a job… that’s a first!

I think best while I’m driving. All the details about my problem with my manager at Vixens happened to kick in on my drive home yesterday. I like Vixens because I know it, I have regular customers, I’m comfortable there… blah blah blah. But there is no way I will be working one day through the week. That is ridiculous!
Brandy having called and got us positions in Scores is very awesome! It keeps all of us castoffs from driving ourselves nuts by focusing our energy. I’m nervous about going to Scores because it’s one of the most prestigious upscale clubs in the US and I’m not sure I will be able to make it in the door! I am pissed that I have to change my whole routine because my stupid manager has his thumb up his ass.
However, if Scores works for me it will be a change for the better…. at least that’s what I keep telling myself. I also keep telling myself that if I don’t like it (assuming they hire me), Casey will come crawling back soon enough. He has fired 5 of his best girls the day before the first weekend of the month... stupid. I know that several of the girls that work there are going to a Tool concert on Saturday night. So that leaves about 10 girls to work for him on a Saturday night… he’s really going to hate himself AND when the club owner finds out what he’s done, he will be in big trouble.
It’s all just a waiting game now.

I’m pissed because I’m being forced to exert my energy into something other than my goals. Overstock.com, Cingular, Casey, Costco Online Pharmacy and that freakin idiot Engineer that can’t figure out that when he is over his contract his bills don’t get paid are all on my shit list. Die muthafukas die!

On an up note: Overstock.com sent me a new shipping label and credited my account for the umbrellas. Here’s hoping those espresso machines don’t return to me because the can* will be opened and it won’t be pretty.

Other than that drama, all is well. Hubby is fantastic and he’s keeping my doubts at bay. He listened to me vent last night and only winced once or twice. I don’t vent often because I strive to keep my life drama free.

On a sidenote, I picked up this book at Books a million that is an autobiography of a dominatrix. Totally Awesome!

Here’s hoping I can get drunk tonight.
*of whoop ass you fucktard