Dispenser.

Work

8am to 12 noon and my mom's office dragging totes to and fro, and scanning papers. $12.80 an hour.

2pm to 7pm working at the pool, either teaching kids how not to swim or sitting around in a guard chair watching fat men try to swim.

The office work is fine, basic stuff, other then this big monstrosity named Eric, 50 year old fat white guy in charge of the mail room where I sit. He treats me like I'm 4, and I don't know anything at all, and this moron doesn't even know how to turn on the scanner. Yes, Eric, I know those envelopes go to Asme because they have cheques in them. Yes, Eric, I know, cheques are money, and money is important. Yes, Eric, I know how to fucking scan a ripped page, I go through 5000 pages a day.

@#$% sakes.
But I get to sneak in a little FFTA2 on my DS emulator (Dropbox) every now and then, so it's fine. And Asme is nice, and a total MILF. Holy wow.

Now the pool..is usually my reprieve. Awesome friends, good work, fun to do.
Then this fatass faggot from the government City of Brampton inspects our pool, tells us we're doing it wrong, and imports a whoel shitload of new rules that make our life literally hell.

We have a small office in the pool area where we all hang out during shifts or breaks, we keep bags in there, microwaves, freezers, report cards, everything. Peopel eat lunches in there, change, you name it. (Yes, even that. That was a hilarious rumor.) We all run 4-6 hour shifts so it's a nice place to relax. It has windows that overlook the pool and parents by every so often.

This…. connoisseur of fagdom tells us we cannot eat in there, we cannot change, we cannot have breaks (or we don't get paid), and he might be cutting off some hours. We aren't allowed IN THE POOL AREA if we aren't working (some people have shift, hour break, shift, so they chill in there, but not anymore). So we can't come EARLY to work or we get reprimanded.
WE AREN'T ALLOWED BREAKS. FOR FUCK SAKES. IF I DON'T HAVE A CHILD TO TEACH, I WANT TO SIT IN THE OFFICE NAD EAT SOME GODDAMN LUNCH, YOU GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL MORON.

You don't understand how pissed off the ENTIRE community of my co-workers were today when our lower boss told us this stuff. My boss got yelled at by this director so he has to make sure we follow his orders now, normally he's a cool guy about everything, but he's at risk of losing his job, as am I and many others.

We GET COMPLIMENTS from parents, telling us we're awesome teachers. We have never had a complaint about instructors eating in the office, nor chilling outside near the wading pool. God dammit. I have inconvenience.

Amy

I don't have much time to talk to her, since I'm working 24/7. Poopsticks.

Kat

So..uhh..this girl today, I saw her in the grocery store, I knew her from summer school a whiles back but I forgot her name.

So I play it cool, pretend to not notice her…then I realize she's subconciously following me around…or avoiding me. Then I go to the cashier…and she pops up behind me. i'm buying burger buns and vegetables for tomorrow's barbecue, and I see her and what appears to be her sister staring at me, so I slip into the frozen foods.

I STILL play it cool, right, ignore her, walk out the store.

About 30 minutes later, she pops up on my Facebook and says, "Hey, I swear I saw you at Fortinos"

Ding ding ding.

The name's Bond. INDIAN, James Bond.
Though I'm really Sri Lanken.

Daddy Shortstop

Roaring by, the enormous steel monster belched a cloud of putrid smoke as it's wheels churned, ever so slowly, attempting to push the monolith of a beast ahead. The train lurched forward and sped up, the gloomy skies leaving nary a reflection as it left, chugging along a path of coal and aluminum.

Arriving at it's destination, the wheels strained against the piped rails as the beast slowed, sparks flying into the air and blowing away with the wind. With a defeaning screh, the train finally stopped, resting on it's laurels. He stepped ou;, the clunk of steel toes hitting soft concrete echoed through the dusty station. Flipping a pipe-like arm over his back, he reached for a sawed-off shotgun, brushing it off with a few rusted fingers. He gathered his surrounded, lifting the hefty firearm to his shoulder.

Empty. He stood on a platform the spanned barely a few meters to the right and left, papers and memories flying here and there, dust settling back down after being rudely awakened by his arrival. Ahead of him, a door, rusted beyon recognition, but alight with the familar emerald bulbs that ran along the frame.

He stepped forward, limping slightly, the bandages on his left leg turning a slight salmon colour as he moved. Wincing, the man move out, his gait unpronounced, as if he did not know where he was going. Reaching the door, he hesitated slightly. Shaking his head, he pushed through the door with one hand, the other keeping a firm grip on his only defense.

'Daddy! Daddy!' A little girl ran towards him, arms outstretched, a smile that could light a city. 'Up, Daddy, up!' she asked of him, and he complied, holding her waist and lifting her up to his shoulder, while she happily clapped her hands, the teddy in her arms flailing about. The shotgun laid on the floor, forgotten.

The large room was empty, relativly speaking. The ceiling rose in a narrow arc, meeting it's twin near the top of the room, much too high to even comprehend the structural foundations of the room. Junk lay scattered and forgotten on the floor.

Unappreciative Bitch

Jul 14 01:17:06 elena is iffy. IM FINE. 🙂 ~рιяιтнιvι. alright then.
Jul 14 01:17:20 ~рιяιтнιvι. elena is iffy. IM FINE. 🙂 You're welcome.
Jul 14 01:17:28 elena is iffy. IM FINE. 🙂 ~рιяιтнιvι. i never thanked you
Jul 14 01:17:58 ~рιяιтнιvι. elena is iffy. IM FINE. 🙂 You should have, I doubt anyone else in my position would have helped you when you ranted to me.
Jul 14 01:18:22 elena is iffy. IM FINE. 🙂 ~рιяιтнιvι. thats not what this is about now
Jul 14 01:19:21 ~рιяιтнιvι. elena is iffy. IM FINE. 🙂 It's always been about this, you talk to me every few months when you need someone to listen, then just ignore me. And I'm nice so I don't mind much.

Background: She 'cheated' on me a few months back, dropped contact. Comes to me with a problem, I help her. Then she asks me to help her with her schoolwork, I'm like "Get smart". Like, I'm not your bitch. You're lucky you're a girl and girls are sensitive to this stuff, or else I would have never helped you, you stuck up whore.

VuTales

<3 you guys. Happy 2nd deathanniversary of MMOTales.

~Pir

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