Some people at Co-op are asking where I went. In case you missed it a few weeks ago, I'm taking a few weeks off before my next destination. Relax, kids. It ain't nohow permanent.
Speaking of, there's a few things of interest to note on the Co-op front. Our manager that we got a few months ago, Marg, has said that "what she's done since arriving may not have been the most popular decisions, it may not have even been in the Front End's best interests, but she's been consistent.".
B.A.D Analogy
Let's say the Front End was a car. She bought it from a previous owner and it's a little bit banged up. Nothing too serious, nothing that a little bit of work and smoothing over wouldn't fix. Basically, she's admitted that instead of fixing it, she got right into the car and intentionally drove it as fast as she could into a brick wall without blinking. F*ckin' smooth.
Also, some of the lifers are saying that I can afford to take two weeks off because I'm a drug dealer on the side... seriously. Get a life, you hacks. I have a good financial situation because I bust my a** to keep it that way. Like I said before, on my rant on the deli hack, insults from trailer-park, tornado-bait, flat-on-your-face-broke white trash rolls off my back like water, so get over it.
B.A.D
Song Of The Day: Drowning Pool- Love & War
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