Gettin Freaky with the Subservient Chicken

More stream of consciousness writing.... Like it, love it or lump it. It's all about me, so I don't care!


Okay, I am so creeped out! I was surfing blogs and came across a website www.subservientchicken.com. There is a dude there dressed like a chicken that does what you type in! I made him sit. Then called in Jer (I was too freaked out to be alone with the mascot dude!) , who was so stymied by what he saw that he refused to type in a command. I wanted to keep playing and figure out if it was live, but I am the bigger chicken and ran away! Well, so to speak. I closed the browser. I mean, who hangs out in their house waiting for voyeuristic people to come and demand you do shit in your chicken costume? Additionally, I know for a fact that only complete whack jobs don mascot costumes. They are just clown wannabes without the talent to put on their own clown-freak make-up!

Soooo, of course I emailed the website to all my friends and loved ones. Hey, if I am freakin out - they hafta too!


BIG BROTHER NEWS.... DA DA DAAAAA...

Yes, I finally got to watch my show. Jeremy tried to convince me that it was cancelled due to a lack of viewership last week (hahaha - you are such an evil bastard) - yeah one of their two fans wasn't watching.

So, I love the twins. Two chicks with big balls. They remind me of my relationship with my sister. Those girls got each other backs! I'm sure we'll see them bicker with each other eventually. But you know no one else will get away with it. Sisters rock!!!

I still want Will to win though. He's a good player. Kinda under the wire, but not. He's no 'cowboy', agreeing to everything and slinking around on other people coat tails. And I love the secret side alliance with him and Karen! He needs to stay in the whole time. He's sooo funny in the diary room!


My prediction for Thursday? Well Jase is going down. Yeah come in all cocky, condescending and threatnin' everyone. Great strategy you got going down Sparky! He's not even interesting, just annoying. Swat, swat. Shooo fly!



WORK

Just another crazy day at the zoo. Had a new hire. Couldn't find the key to open the bay door for the live truck unload. Couldn't get the new hire in the system. No HR manager to help. Had to call my girl 'Peppy' to give me a hand. She is so damn sweet. She helped me while she was gulping down her lunch. Would have never got the damn thing figured out with out her!

Things just went crazy for awhile....then Markus came, then we did the conference call. Then we tried to set up our aisle merchandising. Then we realized there's not enough good product to stack out, but there's a pile of crap we got that ain't selling. Then I wistfully peeked out at the Costco and wished I was a measly cashier.... the bliss of it.

I was supposed to do a schedule this weekend, or tonight. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I just hate it so intensely! Now that we have this nightcrew, I have fewer hours for the sales floor, and between complaining that there is no coverage, the boss keeps saying he wants to bring a waste of skin individual onto the night crew. Puhlease! Anyway - I don't care. I'm just a girl trying to go do an honest days work and get pregnant. But not at work. There's beds there, but there's pins in them.

I'm bad. Yeah, yeah.


Well, I hear a Sealy Posturepedic calling me to bed. Time to get my groove on. I could stay up and do a schedule, but I can't resist the lure of the pillow!

That and Jer is waiting for me. He's like some blogger widower. Poor boy.

Gotta keep him happy, who will build decks and cut the damn grass if he's not around? Plus it would be really uncomfortable living here while he moves back into his parents basement across the driveway.


Ciao!

Disclaimer: I am not responsible for the nightmares that may result once subjected to the subservient chicken. Your will, as always, is your own.