I'm going to sleep through the entire weekend.
I don't think I have actually been awake since Wednesday (and in saying that, there's a difference between being conscious and being awake.)
This whole weekend is like an extended form of pulling an all-nighter for a publishing final. (Really though, it is.)
I went to Ollie's to meet my mother, Charlene and the german teacher from my old H.S. after work yesterday and just drank coffee to stay conscious rather than to wake up. (Though I THINK it may have woken me up for all of about 10 minutes once getting home. And then I crashed and burned trying to watch Grey's Anatomy.) ... But back to what I was going to say ... We were talking about not having done to the new casino yet, and I said something like "I don't have any interest in going first of all, and second of all I am not giving my money to them. I already give my blood, sweat and tears."
It's true, I do sweat tons. The printers make damn sure the place is like an oven here. I've bled enough from nasty paper cuts and slicing my finger open on the tape gun thing (as well as damaging a nerve, dear god), and I have undoubtedly cried from the job, atleast in the very beginning of working here.
They will NOT get any money from me. They can kiss my ass.
I am going to sleep from about 6pm tonight until 10am tomorrow morning.
Getting up only to piss and possibly eat, yup yup.
Thank god it's over after today...
This whole weekend is like an extended form of pulling an all-nighter for a publishing final. (Really though, it is.)
I went to Ollie's to meet my mother, Charlene and the german teacher from my old H.S. after work yesterday and just drank coffee to stay conscious rather than to wake up. (Though I THINK it may have woken me up for all of about 10 minutes once getting home. And then I crashed and burned trying to watch Grey's Anatomy.) ... But back to what I was going to say ... We were talking about not having done to the new casino yet, and I said something like "I don't have any interest in going first of all, and second of all I am not giving my money to them. I already give my blood, sweat and tears."
It's true, I do sweat tons. The printers make damn sure the place is like an oven here. I've bled enough from nasty paper cuts and slicing my finger open on the tape gun thing (as well as damaging a nerve, dear god), and I have undoubtedly cried from the job, atleast in the very beginning of working here.
They will NOT get any money from me. They can kiss my ass.
I am going to sleep from about 6pm tonight until 10am tomorrow morning.
Getting up only to piss and possibly eat, yup yup.
Thank god it's over after today...