BeBe's Kid's

So once my Satanic boss knocked me from 40 hours down to 20 hours. So then I got a new job. A part time job. At a, quite frankly lower place. A gas station. I went to work here with my fast professional past. Knowing that it wouldn't be the same. But going in prepared to do my job and getting the check at the end of the week.
Well low and behold it didn't come higher then my expectations.
My "boss" on the exact day of filling out my new hire papers welcomed me to the "F^%&ing Black Club" when she saw that I had a mixed child. Then she proceeded to point out and name all the other girls that I worked with that slept with who F*&^ Black men. Then instead of training me the right way and giving me a handbook I was shown all the short cuts on how to make it look done and not exactly done and told my handbook would come. (ummmm about a month and a half later and still no handbook) Same day as I was being "trained" (seriously I will use this term loosely) on how to stock the coolers (total joke, follow the pictures you morons!), I was welcome to the stories of how the staff party together at the managers house and have orgies together at her house. SERIOUSLY?????? OMG. I'm not only the oldest person working there at 30 years old, I'm used to having younger managers, I've gotten over that. I'm okay with that. I'm NOT okay with having to work with this crap.
Then the NEXT day. The "people in charge" leave me with trainers and I'm privy to listening to all these kids (by kids I mean fresh from NYC and some locals from 18-20) talking about sleeping with each other, strangers, blow jobs, school, and even talking to customers and calling each other Ninja's. I had to tell one kid to watch his mouth cause a poor little old lady about had a heart attack. So when mentioned to a manager the excuse was "He's from the city" as mentioned before. We'll I'm sorry. I'm not gonna take that shit. Not at all. Period. Over it. I don't care where I work. I don't care who I work with. You need to be professional.
BeBe's Kids need to be taught better. So this message is for you Mothers and fathers. If need to know, don't be afraid. Put soap in that kids mouth. Spank them. Ground them. Do what you have to do. Cause otherwise this will be your child someone will beat this hell out of your kid. Might be me, might be someone else. But it will happen. Don't let your kid be a BeBe Kid.

Back, Changes and Fun Mommy Time

Hey guys! Been crazy busy! Got knocked down to 20 hrs at one job which was awful. Cause let's be honest I'm working my ass off this job, for now pay, no appreciation. And then to be knocked down to 20 hrs at the same work load PLUS more. WOW. I had to get another job and work at a (DEEP BREATHE) gas station with college kids who do not a damn thing but talk about sleep with one another and swear in front of customers. Kid you not. One kid said Ninja (I refuse to say the other word) and my boss's excuse was "He's from the city". Um excuse me? So it's okay to come in to work now and talk like that in front of your customers? I don't think so. I don't care where you work. You need to watch your damn mouth and do your job. Period. So Big Momma is pushing her resume out there. I have put over 60, that's right, 60 different jobs and it's been a month still in the same boat. Pray I don't start killing college kids from the city. Seriously.
On a positive note I got to see my idol. That's right folks. I got to see Lisa Lampanelli Live! It was fanfuckingtastic. It was great. I loved it. She had me laughing more then I have laughed in years! I recommend to anyone out there to go see her. Then icing on the cake I got her book "Chocolate Please: My adventures in Food, Fat, and Freaks" Signed! I'm excited to start reading it! Seriously though. If you have no desire to be all up tight and worry about being snotty, just want to have a night to laugh and have a good night. Do it, go see her. She's on Twitter, YouTube, and Comedy Central. She's known as the Queen of Mean and she's the Roast Master.
I hope to be more faithful on here. I really do. But alas working two jobs and trying to go back to school makes things hard. Cut a bitch some slack! ;)