But... this other job I'm in... as much as I love the people I work with, I am growing increasingly distrustful of the people I work for. And thats kind of sad. I also can't survive on the money I am on. Leana came round yesterday and went to put some vodka cruisers in the fridge and asked me where all my food was. Contents of fridge: 3/4 bottle of lemonade (for cointreau) bottle of lime juice three cans of diet coke tomato relish carton of milk fuck. |
So it's a step in a different direction. And if I get offered it I will probably take it. They offer international transfers. |
Where do you want to go? |
bottle of lime juice: add vodka for a refreshing drink in the afternoon; sets one up for a wonderful, citrusy evening. three cans of diet coke; discard; poison tomato relish; add vodka for a new twist on the chunky bloody mary side. You can use some of the lime here too. carton of milk: add vodka for that refreshing morning pick me up and you'll get a spot of nutrition too; warm slightly and add the vodka and you've got a drunk cow without the hot chocolate taste. and then there's the combination of chunky tomato relish, milk, lime juice, and lemonade along with a lot of vodka for job search fortification. Helpful when drafting "thank you notes" for interviews: --4 ounces tomato relish --8 ounces fresh turning slightly sour milk --shot lime juice concentrate --shots lemonade --blend with ice and raspberry yogurt for a smoothie. (you'll have to borrow the yogurt I guess) Hope the results of your interview end up better than this recipe. |
heh. Cz, I want to go to New York. If I could work there for a bit rather than travel there and be poor while I stay it would be quite cool. or incredibly stupid. |
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last weekend i had a drink made of goya® mango nectar, vodka, and enough tapatío to give it a kick. it wasn't bad. a tapatío is a native of guadalajara. |
I've turned into a cheap drunk. I don't want to get hammered on my cointreau... because its so damn expensive. |
Bastards. I have to escape. |
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last night i drank snake bites. try that moonit. time to belly up girl. ditch the pussy drinks. |
thats what i meant. to double check my spelling i looked it up, and i see the word doesnt exist. well. it does now. |
and you get the nifty 'i drank cheap alcohol' hangover. |
thank god for Trader Joes and their cheap wine selection. I say cheap as in their killer prices, not the cheap wine. Something comforting to the lush about drinking a $3 bottle of decent Chilian wine vs slugging a quart of Tecate when youre on a budget. |
It's pretty good wine, too. |
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6 grand payrise. thankyouverymuch! yeah. i feel guilty though, but i know that i won't be the only person packing up and leaving as soon as something slightly better comes along. |
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just don't become a useless fuckoff like all other account managers. when they start trying to remind you who butters your bread, tell them proudly, "the customers butter my motherfucking bread!" good luck. |
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Go get plowed. |
I got my contract today and it looks allllrighty. Good bonus scheme. yeah. new year new career. heh. |
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