First, Placebo is NOT hella lame.
I <3 them. You be hushed now.
I absolutely hate my job. I hate the 60 hour weeks, I hate the having to roll up in there or hang around when one of my shitfaced employees doesn't show. I hate that even though I run that piece, I can't actively discipline, let alone fire bitches, for being completely made of fail. I hate that I get like 75 cents an hour for anything over 40, and it only serves to help me pay more in taxes. Seriously. This is a suck-suck situation. There is nothing redeeming about this job, except for the paycheck, which I don't really have time to do anything with anyway, since I'm always at fucking work. I'm doing my best to try and make it back to some sort of office environment (think Harvey Pekar- however, I think I would enjoy my windowless office even more than he didn't enjoy certain people.) but it's taking for fucking ever. And if I have to pierce the ear of some 2 month old screaming kicking infant girl one more time, I swear to God I'm going to kick the ear piercing station through the front window and strangle the babys' mom. For realz. I can't stand it. All of these bitches decorating the babies with shit the kids are just going to pull on and get infected anyway. I guess it's better this way, though- at least they don't torment their dogs like this, or if they do I at least don't know about it.
Also, I don't know now if I have the patience to be a mom like I used to think I did. yesterday was the first day of my you-know-what, and I was a massive bitch. I got into an argument with the dog for following me around and I just had absolutely no patience. I used to be a really nice person all the time. Now I'm just kind of not. But back to work- this whole being a figurehead but not really in charge thing is doing a serious number on what bits of self-respect I've managed to salvage over the years and I really need to put a stop to it. As soon as I find a new jobby job, I'm dropping off my keys and rolling. I just can't do people-work anymore. I always knew I was bitter and full of self-and-others-loathing, but the older I get, the less able to play it off and fake it like I mean it I get.
I absolutely hate my job. I hate the 60 hour weeks, I hate the having to roll up in there or hang around when one of my shitfaced employees doesn't show. I hate that even though I run that piece, I can't actively discipline, let alone fire bitches, for being completely made of fail. I hate that I get like 75 cents an hour for anything over 40, and it only serves to help me pay more in taxes. Seriously. This is a suck-suck situation. There is nothing redeeming about this job, except for the paycheck, which I don't really have time to do anything with anyway, since I'm always at fucking work. I'm doing my best to try and make it back to some sort of office environment (think Harvey Pekar- however, I think I would enjoy my windowless office even more than he didn't enjoy certain people.) but it's taking for fucking ever. And if I have to pierce the ear of some 2 month old screaming kicking infant girl one more time, I swear to God I'm going to kick the ear piercing station through the front window and strangle the babys' mom. For realz. I can't stand it. All of these bitches decorating the babies with shit the kids are just going to pull on and get infected anyway. I guess it's better this way, though- at least they don't torment their dogs like this, or if they do I at least don't know about it.
Also, I don't know now if I have the patience to be a mom like I used to think I did. yesterday was the first day of my you-know-what, and I was a massive bitch. I got into an argument with the dog for following me around and I just had absolutely no patience. I used to be a really nice person all the time. Now I'm just kind of not. But back to work- this whole being a figurehead but not really in charge thing is doing a serious number on what bits of self-respect I've managed to salvage over the years and I really need to put a stop to it. As soon as I find a new jobby job, I'm dropping off my keys and rolling. I just can't do people-work anymore. I always knew I was bitter and full of self-and-others-loathing, but the older I get, the less able to play it off and fake it like I mean it I get.