usmcsis's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- it's 11:45 and i have nothing to say more u-haul shit. jeff found out from his brother, who still works for u-haul, that there is a class-action suit against u-haul. and, not only are a shit load of people suing them, a bunch of the people involved in the class-action suit are personally suing amy hullet! woohoo. talk about making my day. i am seriously thinking about talking to a lawyer about the things i found out today. ie: the lies she made up about why i was fired. before i went to work i went next door and talked to brian, who is finally looking for a new job, and told him what the unemployment man told me was in the statement that az sent him. he was like, what warnings? you didn't get any warnings. and he was like, delinquincy wasn't your job, it's our job (the store GM's). he said he didn't understand what kind of shit she was trying to pull. but he is about fed up with her too. he says that ever since her mullet man boyfriend proposed she has had her head even farther up her ass. personally, i didn't think that was possible. she's practically inside out as it is. but brian assures me that she is worse. and, as an added bonus, he hates the guy that she hired to replace me. not only is he a cocky little fucker, to quote brian, he hates him on principle because of the way i was put out of my job. i was very upset with brian back in the days before i was fired due to the fact that he is unable to seperate his personal relationships from his professinal ones but i'm over that. he really is a nice guy. i honestly think that until amy did what she did to jeff and i, brian had no clue exactly what kind of backstabbing bitch she truly was. he even remembered that i collect cookie jars. he was cleaning out an abandoned storage room and came across a jar and thought of me. so he brought it home and gave it to me the day after my birthday. it's a very pretty sunflower jar and it was in perfect condition. hell, jeff's never even given me a cookie jar before. when we were packing up to move over here from mechanicsville he was asking me where i got some of my jars. it just so happened that nearly every jar he asked about was a gift from judah, my ex-husband. judah bought me cookie jars like they were going out of style. so jeff was like, well, where the hell did he find them all? i never see any anywhere. so i was like, well, whenever he passes a yard sale he automatically stopped to see if they had one. he also went to thrift stores, antigue stores, and flea markets to look for them when he had time to kill. i will say that for judah, he did love to buy me presents. when we first started dating, and throughout the years that we were married, right up until the last week before we seperated, he bought me flowers at least once a week. jeff isn't much of a flower man. but he did buy me patch cause he knew i really wanted a bearded dragon so i love him for that. he's just not big into presents. presents are a way of showing emotion and we all know that showing emotion is a big jefferson no-no. i love him anyway the bastard. i got unbelieveably sick at work today. out of the blue i started feeling real dizzy and lightheaded and then i was waiting on a customer at the drive-thru and it hit me that i was going to be sick. i called susan, the head teller, and asked her to finish waiting on the lady for me and then i hightailed it to the bathroom. susan pretty much worked for me the rest of the night. not to get all graphic but i seriously vomitted until there was nothing left so then i had the most painful stomach cramps i have ever had in my life. jeff came up to work after i called him to check on me, even though he had to sit out in the parking lot until we closed because no one can come in the bank. but it was nice. especially for jeff. of course then he was a bastard the rest of the night. i had planned to make dinner tonight and i had promised to make him some corn muffins, but i was so sick still when i got home that i couldn't even keep down a saltine so i knew there was no way i could get up and cook. besides, with the stomach cramps i could hardly even stand or walk anyway. so you know what this bastard did? he didn't eat. he wouldn't fix himself anything to eat. he always does that. if i don't cook, he won't eat. what the hell? shit, if i refused to eat until someone else cooked we'd both fucking starve to death. but i did promise that i would make his corn muffins for him in the morning when i get up so he can have them tomorrow since he went to store and bought milk, bread, eggs, and soda. he said he was going to watch raw with me but he came upstairs after eric bishoff was on. said he couldn't stand to watch anymore tonight. now his ass is asleep on my side of the bed. again. ever since he started this new job he is sleeping on my side of the bed. personally, i don't care what side of the bed i sleep on, i just find it strange because usually he is so anal about sleeping in a certain place. *shrugs* who the hell knows. i give up trying to figure him out. well, i'm off to bed i guess. feeling better. finally got to eat some saltines and drank a soda. hopefully i was only sick today because i did't eat before i went to work. usually i do but i ran out of time this morning with the hearing and applying for a few jobs online and stuff. i am planning on a fried egg sandwich in the morning. i hope i'm not sick then cause i am really looking forward to that sandwich. lol and the bastard's corn muffin. can't forget the muffins. anyway, night all. hope you like the new layout. and remember, if you need to move, rent a ryder truck. see ya. 11:45 pm - 15 Jul 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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