saturday nite blog fever

We are serving Sex on the Beach and Fuzzy Navels,

and some fresh fruit!


Hope you all have a great time tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~Sarah~

Song located in comment section

I have been working at the Bellevue Toll Bridge since September of 2005.

My title is called "Toll Booth Operator." Often, I feel like a troll. Not the cute ones with the potbelly and wild colorful hair, the one that stays underneath of a bridge.

I take the money from the people who cross the bridge. I'm sure there's a couple of people who hate me, always taking their last dollar. I've been told I'm "worse than Jesse James," and that I "don't even need a gun to rob people of their money." I've been called "slow." Now, I have to tell you not all the people that cross that bridge are rude and mean. There are more than few who have actually asked what my name is and actually remember my name. They ask how school is going, they ask how my other full time job is going. They laugh with me when I'm bundled up in the freezing cold weather.
The "booth" is roughly a six by ten foot area, with two huge sliding glass windows on either side. I work Sundays, Mondays, and Tuesdays from 6 am until 12 noon. An average of nine hundered vehicles cross the bridge during that time. From 6 am until 8 am, my window is pretty much open. In single digit weather, it's no fun! We do have a heater, but again...the window is constantly open. During the summer, it's not too bad. We have an excellent air conditioner!
The days I work, I work with the most crochity 75 year old man on the planet.

He always has something to say about the president, about the hispanics that cross the bridge, about the managment of the bridge, about my new car, etc. We aren't supposed to keep any big bills in the front drawers, so I put anything $20 and higher in the back. When he gets one on his side (which is always his side and he always has his chair because he has seniority on me (in more ways than one)) he tosses the bill at me. The ladies who work there gossip more than the drama queens of highschool. You say one thing and everyone who works there has heard about it the next day.
The management used to be good. The previous manager who just resigned in December was decent. He was fair and honest. This new manager cheated me out of my Christmas vacation.

(new manager)
I had asked for the 24th and the 25th of December last year back in August. Two weeks before Christmas, she posts a note saying, "Due to so many people requesting the holidays off, there's a new policy that if you scheduled shift falls on the holiday you have to find someone to work for you." Right next to the "new" policy, was a sheet of paper that had everyone's requested days off. Only 2 people asked for those 2 days off, including me. The other person, wasn't even scheduled.
Today was the last straw. I get home from a meeting around noon, I recieve a phone call from the Bellevue Toll Bridge. I didn't answer. I figured someone had called in and they wanted me to fill in. I check my messages, apparently, I was scheduled to work. No one told me. How was I to know if I only work Sunday, Monday and Tuesday.

"Dear Melodee,

This letter is to formally announce my resignation from the Bellevue Toll Bridge, starting today. My last day will be February 27th, 2007.

It has been a pleasure to work for the Bellevue Toll Bridge. Please let me know how I can help to make a smooth transition during my remaining time here. I hope a three-week notice is sufficient for you to find a replacement for me. If I can help to train my replacement or tie up any loose ends, please let me know.

Regards,

Sarah ------"

Above is the letter I have printed out and ready to give to my boss on Monday. Below is the letter I really want to send.

"Dear B*tchy-Queen of B*tchyton,

Screw you and your stupid toll bridge. The employees are mean and careless, the customers are buttholes and your management stinks worse than the water treatment plant that sits right next to it. I happily quit!

Tired of all your crap,
Sarah"






~Sarah~

THE 6 BEST SMART-ASS ANSWERS OF 2006

SMART ASS ANSWER #6

It was mealtime during a flight on Hooters Airline.

"Would you like dinner?" the flight attendant asked John, seated in front.

"What are my choices? " John asked.

"Yes or no," she replied.

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SMART ASS ANSWER #5

A flight attendant was stationed at the departure gate to check tickets. As
a man approached, she extended her hand for the ticket and he opened his
trench coat and flashed her. Without missing a beat. She said, "Sir, I need
to see your ticket not your stub."

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SMART ASS ANSWER #4

A lady was picking through the frozen turkeys at the grocery store but she
couldn't find one big enough for her family. She asked a stock boy, "Do
these turkeys get any bigger?" The stock boy replied, "No ma'am, they're
dead."

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SMART ASS ANSWER #3

The cop got out of his car and the kid who was stopped for speeding rolled
down his window. "I've been waiting for you all day," the cop said. The kid
replied, "Yeah, well I got here as fast as I could." When the cop finally
stopped laughing, he sent the kid on his way without a ticket.

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SMART ASS ANSWER #2

A truck driver was driving along on the freeway. A sign comes up that reads,
"Low Bridge Ahead." Before he knows it, the bridge is right ahead of him and
he gets stuck under the bridge. Cars are backed up for miles. Finally, a
police car comes up. The cop gets out of his car and walks to the truck
driver, puts his hands on his hips and says, "Got stuck, huh?" The truck
driver says, "No, I was delivering this bridge and ran out of gas."

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AND NOW, FOR THE #1 SMART ASS ANSWER OF THE YEAR

A college teacher reminds her class of tomorrow's final exam. "Now class, I
won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow. I might consider
a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury, illness, or a death in your
immediate family, but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever!" A smart-ass
guy in the back of the room raised his hand and asked, "What would you say
if tomorrow I said I was suffering from complete and utter sexual
exhaustion?" The entire class is reduced to laughter and snickering. When
silence is restored, the teacher smiles knowingly at the student, shakes her
head and sweetly says, "Well, I guess you'd have to write the exam with your
other hand"

~Sarah~

~Sarah~

Just an update on the schooling. I recieved a 90% on my exam for Safety and Sanitation. I finished the course with a 92% = A. Yay!!!


~Sarah~