Thank somebody's god it's over.
With 40 hours under my belt now there is no way left for work to bother me any more this week. The place has been gods damn insane with wanting this that or the other out the door either this week or Monday, but even in the insanity they wouldn't be crazy enough to pay over time. I guess the really bad part is they know and we know everyone lately is being held by the short hairs. I mean just turn on the TV and all so clear that if you are one of the lucky bastards to still have a job then you better cling like hell to it for now. It's like the bad economic news just will not stop coming and it's so hard some days to hold on to the hope that a better day is coming one of these days.
Speaking of doom and gloom the grandparents were just as bad as ever. Couldn't tell them I had to work Friday night because then I'd have to let the cat out the bag about unemployment. As much as I love the grandparents and I'll gnaw off my own left arm if it would help them out it's just so hard to take grandpa's doom and gloom when life isn't that bright for any of us right now. I mean damn there has got to be some good and some happy to life or what's the point in living?
So I thought maybe I can't get my full post grandparents nap but maybe I can squeeze in a power nap. Oh no the crack head down the road is calling because he wants a ride to town. I don't know just something in the way he asked for a ride that pissed the hell out of me. Sort of like I was his own personal fucking taxi service or something. Besides with times being rather tough I'm still pissed off about how I haven't gotten my combat pay this time for delivering him to places the local taxi service wouldn't dare to go. Sure as hell wasn't going to be late for work so some other bastard could lay back and enjoy crack.
But this week is over. Maybe next week will not be better and who knows the week after that might not be better either. But each bad week is one less bad week and one more closer to a better day. Hell if noting else it's one week closer to warmer weather and the chance for me to tell old man winter to kiss my narrow little ass.
Speaking of doom and gloom the grandparents were just as bad as ever. Couldn't tell them I had to work Friday night because then I'd have to let the cat out the bag about unemployment. As much as I love the grandparents and I'll gnaw off my own left arm if it would help them out it's just so hard to take grandpa's doom and gloom when life isn't that bright for any of us right now. I mean damn there has got to be some good and some happy to life or what's the point in living?
So I thought maybe I can't get my full post grandparents nap but maybe I can squeeze in a power nap. Oh no the crack head down the road is calling because he wants a ride to town. I don't know just something in the way he asked for a ride that pissed the hell out of me. Sort of like I was his own personal fucking taxi service or something. Besides with times being rather tough I'm still pissed off about how I haven't gotten my combat pay this time for delivering him to places the local taxi service wouldn't dare to go. Sure as hell wasn't going to be late for work so some other bastard could lay back and enjoy crack.
But this week is over. Maybe next week will not be better and who knows the week after that might not be better either. But each bad week is one less bad week and one more closer to a better day. Hell if noting else it's one week closer to warmer weather and the chance for me to tell old man winter to kiss my narrow little ass.