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?

4 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

Anonymous said...

erm ... negotiation? ;)

PollyME said...

You say negotiation, I say negociation...

I stip...you strip.

Stop mocking me!

Anonymous said...

30 states?

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