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Omggggg I'm sooooo sosick. And I have to work a double. The only thing that makes me actually want to go is the prospect of money... However, Wednesdays are usually deader than dead, and I'd rather not suffer in that pathetic excuse of a pizza factory with a rather high chance of coming home with a single-digit amount of cash.
I swear, I put every single friggin cent I make straight into the bank, so I don't spend it. Regardless, the balance is pathetic. I work anywhere from 45 to 60 hours a week, and it feels like I have nothing to show for it.
I need an office job. So I can wear my own friggin' clothes, I never have to cover anyone's shift becasue they decided to come in too drunk to walk, I don't smell like food all the time, I don't have to work with trailer trash mothers whose career DREAM was Pizza Hut...
But if I don't leave right now, I'll be late.
I swear, I put every single friggin cent I make straight into the bank, so I don't spend it. Regardless, the balance is pathetic. I work anywhere from 45 to 60 hours a week, and it feels like I have nothing to show for it.
I need an office job. So I can wear my own friggin' clothes, I never have to cover anyone's shift becasue they decided to come in too drunk to walk, I don't smell like food all the time, I don't have to work with trailer trash mothers whose career DREAM was Pizza Hut...
But if I don't leave right now, I'll be late.