7even more days O' work.........
Quite A day. Interesting indeed.
In my head:"Wake up now."
Awake. I glance at my alarm clock. The red glowing digits are pulsating with a silent mocking buzz;4:59. 4:59! Fantastic. Got myself a whole minute to rush to work. I have 30 minutes in my time bank at work. If it so happens that I clock in at 5:32 AM. I'm fired.
A mad and nerve racking dash to work. Speeding down the freeway with my eyes peeled ahead for cops. F U cops! No ticket I shall receive from you this day! This time I have my glasses.
5:30 AM. I badge in, swiping my badge just like a debit card of luck. Haha! Take that bitch! I have no Idea who that's referred to as I look at my time clock with a smirk on my face.
Calls came in non stop. Many cranky rude ladies calling in the morning complaining about nothing ever being in stock. "I don't make the F-ing cloths whorebag!!" I wish I could tell them after their longwinded bitching. Instead it's a polite "sorry about that ma'am, sorry for the inconvenience."
Then I realized that I had put my two weeks notice in. I could say whatever I want!!!......but I guess I won't in case I want to work there again when I come back.
Toward the end of the afternoon it slowed down to a crawl. Bored to tears I had to find something to occupy my mind. So I ask the girl across from me if I could have half of a baby carrot she had in a bag on her desk. Then proceeded to carve a tiny little orange skull and cross bones in between calls. Man The time just flew by, I was really into it too. I had to apologize to a lady for not paying attention. "Sorry ma'am, I'm was carving a carrot. Can I get that number again please?" Silence on her part, and then she repeated the number.
Some Girl asked for my number at work. "my number? ummm yeah. sure. I guess." Man, that's some smooth talking right there Jon. No wonder she wanted my #. I'm guessing she lost a bet or something. So I gave it to her anyway with a great deal of suspicion.
"Did you ever watch that show Walker Texas Ranger with Chuck Norris?" I asked some lady. "excuse me.....???" "Nevermind."
On my way out I dropped the tiny itsy skull and cross bones at Diana's desk. "voodoo" i whispered and went on my way.
On my way home right at the Cotton St. bridge that merges onto the freeway, I passed a car that was engulfed in flames. Every one was rushing by, playing a sort of Russian roulette. Hoping the car didn't explode into a fiery cataclysm as they passed. Wow! I passed and it look amazing. Just like the movie Back Draft, only in a Volvo.
I got home and in my room I looked at my alarm clock. Just wait. The day after my last day of work, I'm going to set you for the exact same time I always do. And when your buzzer goes off, an evil grin will grace my face. Vengence. Freedom once again.*Smash* mhm. That will show you, you inanimate object..........Personal satisfaction is sometimes a pathetic and ugly thing.
In my head:"Wake up now."
Awake. I glance at my alarm clock. The red glowing digits are pulsating with a silent mocking buzz;4:59. 4:59! Fantastic. Got myself a whole minute to rush to work. I have 30 minutes in my time bank at work. If it so happens that I clock in at 5:32 AM. I'm fired.
A mad and nerve racking dash to work. Speeding down the freeway with my eyes peeled ahead for cops. F U cops! No ticket I shall receive from you this day! This time I have my glasses.
5:30 AM. I badge in, swiping my badge just like a debit card of luck. Haha! Take that bitch! I have no Idea who that's referred to as I look at my time clock with a smirk on my face.
Calls came in non stop. Many cranky rude ladies calling in the morning complaining about nothing ever being in stock. "I don't make the F-ing cloths whorebag!!" I wish I could tell them after their longwinded bitching. Instead it's a polite "sorry about that ma'am, sorry for the inconvenience."
Then I realized that I had put my two weeks notice in. I could say whatever I want!!!......but I guess I won't in case I want to work there again when I come back.
Toward the end of the afternoon it slowed down to a crawl. Bored to tears I had to find something to occupy my mind. So I ask the girl across from me if I could have half of a baby carrot she had in a bag on her desk. Then proceeded to carve a tiny little orange skull and cross bones in between calls. Man The time just flew by, I was really into it too. I had to apologize to a lady for not paying attention. "Sorry ma'am, I'm was carving a carrot. Can I get that number again please?" Silence on her part, and then she repeated the number.
Some Girl asked for my number at work. "my number? ummm yeah. sure. I guess." Man, that's some smooth talking right there Jon. No wonder she wanted my #. I'm guessing she lost a bet or something. So I gave it to her anyway with a great deal of suspicion.
"Did you ever watch that show Walker Texas Ranger with Chuck Norris?" I asked some lady. "excuse me.....???" "Nevermind."
On my way out I dropped the tiny itsy skull and cross bones at Diana's desk. "voodoo" i whispered and went on my way.
On my way home right at the Cotton St. bridge that merges onto the freeway, I passed a car that was engulfed in flames. Every one was rushing by, playing a sort of Russian roulette. Hoping the car didn't explode into a fiery cataclysm as they passed. Wow! I passed and it look amazing. Just like the movie Back Draft, only in a Volvo.
I got home and in my room I looked at my alarm clock. Just wait. The day after my last day of work, I'm going to set you for the exact same time I always do. And when your buzzer goes off, an evil grin will grace my face. Vengence. Freedom once again.*Smash* mhm. That will show you, you inanimate object..........Personal satisfaction is sometimes a pathetic and ugly thing.