My name is Carie. I am 28-years-old and living an eternal awkward phase in that ignored part of New York... the state part.
I'm a writer working at a convenience store while raising two parents on my own with no help from my deadbeat siblings. I am also an amateur Baby Wrangler for my niece Giulia aka Baby!
You may say I'm weird but I say I'm awesome and since I'm me and you're not, I'm right. Just saying. So take a look around my blog, if you like it, stick around. If not, peace out. I'm not here to fucking impress you.
I need sarcasm because stupid questions do exist.
Well… this sucks.
At my workplace there are 2 recycling bins right next to one another, clearly labeled “Plastic/Glass” and “Paper.” I still see aluminum cans in the paper bin all the time. You have to assume people are idiots because… they are.I have stopped being nice while answering stupid questions. I had a guy ask me where he’s supposed to throw his garbage. I told him, while pointing at that garbage can, “In the garbage.” I don’t even hide my judgy voice when people ask where the ATM is anymore. I just haven’t added ‘fucking’ between ‘the’ and ‘sign.’ It’s always great when I’m treated like the idiot. Nah, dude. I have a fucking college degree. I just work here for fun and so I can one day write a book about how much I wanna introduce your face to the deli flat top. I mean, have a nice day!
?? That’s rude @-@It was my mom. We were watching Bob’s Burgers on Netflix and she gets up and leaves to clean a closet then comes into my room after I wait forever for her to return and demands I come back and hang out with her. I was like, nah I am good here.
I miss my advice giving friends and mostly my friends in general. Please come back! I LOVE YOU!!!!
Yeah I totally wanna come back and hang out with you after you get up, without a word, and leave while we’re watching something. Are you fucking kidding?
I could use a cookie, a hug and a nap but will settle for a Twix, slamming my head on the counter and epic hangs in the cooler putting away deliveries.
I love watching people trip over the “Caution: wet floor sign.” Layers of fun on that.