I am a receptionist, I am a legal assistant, I am a personal assistant, and I am a mom.

However, that does not make it my job or responsibility nor do I want to ... watch your four unwashed, heathen children so that you can go in the back and whine about your soon to be ex-husband not paying your child support. It's hard enough to do all that I do, especially since I have about eighteen things going at once. Keeping your children from destroying my desk, unplugging my computer, my office intranet, and taking files off my desk is not something I need to add to my duties.

Get a babysitter or something because that is not my job. And for the love of all things good and holy, please take a bath and the kids are in desperate need of one too. Kids, especially little boys, don't always smell too good. Trust me, I know.

But if they are truly filthy and/or they smell like they were rolling in the garbage at a fish market, it's not acceptable to take them to anywhere... let alone, do so and then proclaim, loudly might I add, what a good mother you are and what a travesty it is that your low-life ex isn't paying you any money. Soap is cheap and plentiful. Use it.

Ok, I'm done now.

Warning: This is long as hell

Ok, you all know I love my job. I truly enjoy being a waitress. I like my bosses and everyone I work with. All but one, his name is Blake. I swear I have violent thoughts about him even when I’m off work or I haven’t seen him in days. Like now. Last time I worked with him or saw him was Friday.

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Why do you have to go and be a dick for?

When have I ever cared about money?

I'm going to go have sex with a waiter tonight. Hope you don't mind. And if you do, tell someone else because I don't want to fucking hear it.

It's going to be one of those days. I can tell. It's not even lunch time yet and I'm feeling like I want to hurt someone.

Yesterday was busy but good at work. I got up at 7 am and I cleaned house for five hours straight. I came home right after work (after a six hr. shift) and passed the hell out on the couch.

Sunday was slow as hell and I ended up hanging out with mom and my friend carol playing games until 3am.