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Patience Limit

Published 31.3.04 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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It is only 11, and my patience limit has already been stretched to it's limit for the day! I truely have the trainee-from-hell at work. I am being generous when I say she is stupid, and if that isn't bad enough, she doesn't WANT to learn. Besides, she has no idea how kind I was being to come in this morning and help her, rather than put her at the grumpy mercies of everyone else... grr.

Yesterday, I had quite the freak show variety. Weird guys kept staring into my eyes and it was driving me absolutely crazy!! And then, this one paticular mold spore, was entwining his fingers with mine as I was giving him his drink, food, money, etc. And THEN he kept asking for condiments, so he could keep trying. As I recoiled my hands for the five hundreth time, I felt like smacking his little paws, or throwing things at him. GRR!!!!

Anyway, I have to file now. I have lots to post about modeling school, the ride there and back. =)

This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

cookies for troops


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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