Thursday, December 22, 2005

12/22/05

8:49 p.m.

Contract negociation. Oh, boy. Come the first of the year Hell, Inc. is going to offer me some rediculously low sum of money to supervise 30 states (and one US territory). I have decided that if they don't meet my specifications on salary, I'm gonna tell them to kiss my purdy little arse.

I can always be a cocktail waitress in a stip joint and make more money than I make now, right Mom?

5 comments:

Higgy said...

Stip joints are notorious dens of iniquity and sleazy money....

STRIP joints, on the other hand, are fabulous places for people to make a decent buck....

MOM - she's just kidding. Not about the kissing her arse, but about the waitressing...

fsjxn - an endtable from IKEA

Nellie Olsen said...

erm ... negotiation? ;)

Polly P.I. said...

You say negotiation, I say negociation...

I stip...you strip.

Stop mocking me!

Jeff Meyerson said...

30 states?

WTF, Polly, that better be a VERY LARGE ridiculous sum.

Kafaleni said...

Hold out for what you're worth. Screw 'em (not in a stip joint kinda way) if they don't pony up the dough. You already have another job.