You see....to become an Executive at Target, you must first have a college degree. It doesn't freaking matter what you have a degree in, as long as you have the student loans to prove it. I mean, you can have a degree in manure, and you would rise up to Exec status at Target.
So, what happens is these young punks get out of college and become managers/exec's. So if your a styling cool middle aged Mom like myself, your bosses are usually 10+ years younger then you. It makes life interesting at Target and you feel pretty old and worthless after a few days. Then you get over it because you are so much cooler then these young titty suckers. Seriously, I bet they never took their undies off going 65 miles and hour and throwing them out the window because you soaked yourself.....Nope.....that's only me!
So, these two new Exec's are trying to grow mustaches. Their hope is to get a different young Exec to grow "handlebar's" He's sorta a "monkey see; monkey do" kinda fellow, so that is the method to their madness. If we grow one, he will too. Problem with this?
These two young en's can't grow facial hair. It is hilarious. They have been trying for weeks now and both have "peach fuzz". I swear, my nose grows hair faster then their upper lips. (I will refrain from saying that I have a bigger mustache right now as that could be embarrassing!)
So, being the "always respectful and never rude" person I am, I gave these homies some nicknames.
Fuzz and Stashy McStash! Bwahhh, ha, ha! They are so retarded!
They laugh at me! I laugh harder at them. Today I questioned if their stashes were actually getting shorter! The one dweeb believed me!
"Seriously, can that happen?"
Bwahhh, ha, ha! I clucked and chuckled at him even harder. I was rolling some tears! What a bunch of yellow backs! Geesh!
Anywho, I am wiped out today. I swear, I was working in hell today. It is freaking HOT in that store. It is above "boiling" and with hot flashes and panic attacks.....it makes for a very smelly, sweaty day!
Hubby had little compassion for me. He just says:
"Uh huh, Oh Yeah? Really?" when I am discussing my horrible rotten days with him. I know damn well he isn't listening. So tonight, his unsuspecting ass will be missing a few butt hairs. I will pull out a handful while he is in a blissful slumber. Cuz I don't like people ignoring me! The last person that ignored me was some hooligan named "Jimmy Hoffa" or something and they still haven't found him! Damn men!
And a big Hoo-Rah as our house hasn't flooded yet! Yet being the key word. But so far we don't have an indoor pool! It was raining something fierce today too.
No work for me tomorrow folks.....so you will be seeing me around the hood!