"Dreaming of a song when something went wrong, and I can't tell anyone 'cuz you're not here."
Today is my first day off in eight days. In those eight days I worked 73 hours, including a 12-hour day and a 14-hour day. Fucking hell. But I guess that I can't complain. Melissa, the past Beauty Advisor we had, just decided to up and quit last week, so, finally getting the job I was promised when I was hired, I had to jump in and take her place. She did fucking NOTHING during her months there. Not a goddamn thing. There were about five totes from I don't even know when's truck that were never thrown and completely ignored, as well as the L'eggs that lay forgotten in the corner while their homes were completely empty. Well, couple cleaning up after her disasterous mess with the VP of the whole fucking company coming for a visit in a week, and you get 73 hours in eight days. I wasn't completely horrible, though. It was tiring, but it didn't suck as much as you'd think. And Dan helped me a gigantic amount with scanning in overstock. And yeah, I guess it was worth is because the loved the department. And that's that.
July first I have to be out of my house. Seeing as I am full time now, I am making more money, so that's good, and that allows me to save $300 a month (and Dan too), so when the time comes we'll have enough money to actually buy stuff for the apartment and live quite comfortably. Plus, my mom is giving us her living room set (which is actually really nice), her dining room set, a computer table, and her bed (nice and big). She want's to redo her house, so we get to profit from it. So, come July, I'll be the fuck out of here.
My dad took my computer again, so he can fuck himself. But that's ok. I'm gonna buy all the parts and shit, and have Brian build me my own computer. From what I've heard, homemade computers are a zillion times better than store-bought ones, so fuck you Dell.
My dad is also getting very sick. This new medication they put him on to help his heart was apparently fucking up his kidneys, so now he doesn't have that stuff for his heart, and his kidneys are shot to shit. Even he, Mr. Optimistic, doesn't think he'll make it through the year. So yeah...
By the way, if you don't have "American Idiot", I highly suggest you buy/download it now. It's a totally fucking amazing CD. Big time kudos to Green Day on this one.
I'm sorry I'm not the person I once was. I can never be that person again.
"Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last...Like my fathers come to pass, twenty years has gone so fast. Wake me up when September ends."
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July first I have to be out of my house. Seeing as I am full time now, I am making more money, so that's good, and that allows me to save $300 a month (and Dan too), so when the time comes we'll have enough money to actually buy stuff for the apartment and live quite comfortably. Plus, my mom is giving us her living room set (which is actually really nice), her dining room set, a computer table, and her bed (nice and big). She want's to redo her house, so we get to profit from it. So, come July, I'll be the fuck out of here.
My dad took my computer again, so he can fuck himself. But that's ok. I'm gonna buy all the parts and shit, and have Brian build me my own computer. From what I've heard, homemade computers are a zillion times better than store-bought ones, so fuck you Dell.
My dad is also getting very sick. This new medication they put him on to help his heart was apparently fucking up his kidneys, so now he doesn't have that stuff for his heart, and his kidneys are shot to shit. Even he, Mr. Optimistic, doesn't think he'll make it through the year. So yeah...
By the way, if you don't have "American Idiot", I highly suggest you buy/download it now. It's a totally fucking amazing CD. Big time kudos to Green Day on this one.
I'm sorry I'm not the person I once was. I can never be that person again.
"Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last...Like my fathers come to pass, twenty years has gone so fast. Wake me up when September ends."
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