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getting "hit on" at work

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getting "hit on" at work
08.28.02 3:34 a.m.

I got kinda hurt at work tonight and they sent me home. I think I might even get paid for it too, which is good cuz this is my overtime week so if they dont pay me, (which they ought to cuz I was "forced" to leave) then I lose out on $12 an hour, almost 5 hours worth.... Some guy I was working with wasnt watching what he was doing and he hit me in the head with this vacuum gun that he was using to lift and place boxes onto skids, its a fairly heavy machine to get hit in the head with.... I'm pretty sure he was distracted by my boobs and seeing I know how distracting my boobs can be I let it slide. I was wearing one of my more "boobier" shirts tonight and I know I'm going to start rumors or something cuz earlier in the evening the supervisor actually told me that I shouldnt wear things so revealing... its not revealing, just tight I guess, well ok its got a plunging neckline... so I guess it is, as my gay friend jack would say, a titty-mamma shirt... anyway my supervisor said that he caught the boys back in shipping slacking around and checking me out, so then he read me the dress code etc... I bet when I work again, which isnt until friday night I think, I'm sure the whole plant will hear about how Walter was so distracted by my boobs that he smacked me in the head with a vacuum... which by the way, is NOT a way to pick up chicks.... Nor is it a preferred method of being "hit" on.


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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