Free at last
Yea, Free. I bailed from Plaid Pantry Inc. I had given them three weeks notice, but after having to work again for two straight days, I had had enough, and Friday morning after working a day/grave and being up for thirty four hours, I told them that I was history. It felt great. It feels great. Not too sure where I'm going yet, but I would honestly rather pump gas than manage a fucking Plaid Pantry again. I have some options here, and will see what happens. I don't even care if I have to pump gas or work at 7-11 for a month or two until I get something better. I just could'nt stay at Plaid any longer; it was killing me. Free........(does happy dance)
Yea, just my 19th nervous breakdown.....sing it Mick.....
You're the kind of person
You meet at certain dismal dull affairs.
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud
Running up and down the stairs.
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years.
And though you've tried you just can't hide
Your eyes are edged with tears.
You better stop
Look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nine - teenth nervous breakdown.
When you were a child
You were treated kind
But you were never brought up right.
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys
But still you cried all night.
Your mother who neglected you
Owes a million dollars tax.
And your father's still perfecting ways of making ceiling wax.
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nilne - teenth nervous breakdown.
Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane.
Well nothing I do don't seem to work,
It only seems to make matters worse. Oh please.
You were still in school
When you had that fool
Who really messed your mind.
And after that you turned your back
On treating people kind.
On our first trip
I tried so hard to rearrange your mind.
But after while I realized you were disarranging mine.
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nine - teenth nervous breakdown.
Here comes your nine - teenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nine - teenth nervous breakdown
Yea, just my 19th nervous breakdown.....sing it Mick.....
You're the kind of person
You meet at certain dismal dull affairs.
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud
Running up and down the stairs.
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years.
And though you've tried you just can't hide
Your eyes are edged with tears.
You better stop
Look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nine - teenth nervous breakdown.
When you were a child
You were treated kind
But you were never brought up right.
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys
But still you cried all night.
Your mother who neglected you
Owes a million dollars tax.
And your father's still perfecting ways of making ceiling wax.
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nilne - teenth nervous breakdown.
Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane.
Well nothing I do don't seem to work,
It only seems to make matters worse. Oh please.
You were still in school
When you had that fool
Who really messed your mind.
And after that you turned your back
On treating people kind.
On our first trip
I tried so hard to rearrange your mind.
But after while I realized you were disarranging mine.
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nine - teenth nervous breakdown.
Here comes your nine - teenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nine - teenth nervous breakdown