I'm so depressed
I didn't get home from work last night until 2 am. Granted, it was because I stopped for a drink on the way home but still, I was there way too late. Right now I hate my job more than I thought it was possible to hate anything. The weather's nice, I know it's going to be busy, and I know I'm going to be working with a bunch of lazy, slow people. I want to shoot myself.
Plus, my so called "best friend" finally has a car again, is in the area, and was supposed to meet me for lunch at noon. Didn't call. I really shouldn't be too upset because I'm starting to get a little tired of our mockery of a friendship, but I am. I really just want my shit back now.
So in conclusion...work sucks. Friends suck harder.
Plus, my so called "best friend" finally has a car again, is in the area, and was supposed to meet me for lunch at noon. Didn't call. I really shouldn't be too upset because I'm starting to get a little tired of our mockery of a friendship, but I am. I really just want my shit back now.
So in conclusion...work sucks. Friends suck harder.