Hello y’all: This is Flynn with another pause that is my sorry-ass life.
Today, the worker, Javier, came and went around 1000 am to 1600 pm. As usual, Mutha fucker was acting up her frustrations again. For Latinos, that word commonly used word is “crazy”. That’s right Muther fucker is “crazy”. She wouldn’t stop her VERY excitable conversation.
So while Javier tried to explain what faucet parts I needed to buy, Muther fucker wouldn’t shut-up. It went something like this:
Javier: Blah. Blah. Blah. Fucking blah blah blah. (He likes to talk, too.)
Muther fucker: Listen to him. Stop talking and listen to him!
Evil Kitty: Okay, you need to relax [you damn bitch!] You need to stop interrupting him, too.
I saw Javier step back uncomfortably because he thinks everything is nice and normal. But it’s not. I mumbled under my breath: “Everyday”. Of course, I meant for the Mutha fucker to hear that word, which is true, and she did.
So, when Dad and I arrived home from THD, she was getting loud as usual. Seriously, folks. This fat blob needs to take a chill pill – big time. But no matter, I’ll deal with it in silence. My daily bread.
She proclaimed that she won’t speak to me because she noticed I don’t talk to both of them. I don’t care cause their minds are old and failing. Bahaha! She won’t ask me for help, especially curling her hair EVERYDAY, and that she will go to Julie, the Vietnamese salon owner, to have her hair done.
She said that I could eat dinner alone and she doesn’t want to eat with me. I don’t fucking care. I don’t like eating her great, fattening cooking anyway. I’m fat and if I have to starve and go on a hunger strike, so be it.
Unfortunately, I’d pass out from low blood sugar. Bahaha! So I won’t do that. I don’t want emergency treatment from a bunch of strangers for a “food strike”. It costs the public money.
I may have to buy my Nutrisystem just to “live”. She hasn’t been cooking. She might as well swell up. That’s what she is good at doing – inflating her stories. Well, not really, she just doesn’t know when to stop yapping.
Yeah, she’s ironing her wrinkly clothes, which I forgot to do and which she is supposed to have done this morning but probably also forgot. If she can read minds as she claims, she should know when to shut-the-fuck-up.
Get it? More “crazy’ claims from “crazy” people with frustration levels so high that she has been railing on Dad and his bad behavior EVERYDAY and unloading her emotional garbage to me upstairs about him and other people.
WTF. Like I don’t care, I just sit there and try to return her a favor – that she is the one with the problem. And if she was indeed a medical professional, she should know how to deal with “crazy” people, like herself, or at least identify ADD/OCD, etc.
You see folks, she is a Virgo and a Dragon sign. That means she is detail-oriented and a hard worker. In other words, anything left undone or done without care, she will let you know.
Dad and I are used to this EVERYDAY, except Das Squirrel and his twit wifey. Both do NOT understand the true meaning of nit-picking. That’s her strength EVERYDAY and that’s why the other word “bossy” came to mind.
Once again, folks. I’ve been emphasizing how to be an excellent customer service representative – to treat everyone like they are stupid/crazy patients and to always agree with them no matter how annoying or totally wrong.
Remember, although most people do NOT own guns, EVERYONE has a pie-hole, known as mouths, that can shoot up anyone within range. The results can be hurt feelings for the clueless.
With lots of hisses,
Evil Kitty
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