Brought-upsies, where-fore art thou?

My prestigious evening job slingin’ beans has its biggest night of the year rapidly approaching. The gringo celebration of Cinco de Mayo. In honor of this fair occasion special T-shirts denoting this upcoming event have been distributed to the staff (all female) to decorate as they wish. The only requirement for the decorating is that the restaurant logo must show. Apparently I missed the memo that this years theme is “Be-as-slutty-as-you-can-be”. I walked into work last night to see t-shirts wastes cut high and neck holes cut so large that the shirt wouldn’t stay up. I saw two girls that cut the logo square out, and then added lace up the back, tennis shoe style, to keep it on. It completely reminded me of the white-trash email forwards that go around depicting the girl in the strapless prom dress with the regular bra beneath, as these girls still had to hold up their girls. Absolutely disgusting… really. So in order not to be outdone or excluded from sluts-are-us I suppose I shall cut out the restaurant name and the date and create pasties for myself.

Of course in this yet-again-rainy weather we are experiencing I may be a bit nippy…

I awoke this morning to no power, cursing myself that I had turned on my cell phone alarm, as a power outage is the perfect excuse for sleeping in. But, my consciousness got the best of me and I got up. I took a shower, squeezing whatever warm water remained in our water-heater. As I got out, I realized that someone (read: LJ’s random for the night) had hawked a loogie (sp?) into my sink. I attempted to rinse it out to no avail, and finally had to get t-p to get it out. Not necessarily my fav way to start the morning off.

Seriously, who are these people that have absolutely no brought-upsies? Did their parents not teach them anything? Are they not embarrassed being filthy pigs and whorey girls? It truly baffles me.