Somebody Pet Me
I'm lonely and have had a rather upsetting day. Rather pathetic when you sit down and look at the whole thing but I'm not feeling very happy and there's no one to talk to, and I'm still home alone.....
I had to work today. I started at four and thought I was to get off at eight, but found that I'd copied nearly my entire schedule for this week wrong and that I got off at ten. Then I found out who I was working with, Mellisa Yarbber. A short, WHINNY, little bitch who can't help but make everything around her unpleasant and refuses to do even half of what she's supposed to. I think the only reason she hasn't been fired yet is because she hasn't mouthed off to anyone in a position to fire her or even get her in trouble. Me for instance, she was really pushing my buttons today, but I've got to be on my best behavior or risk getting fired myself. I just wanted to deck her. Nobody would really have objected, I just wouldn't have had a job once the boss saw what I'd done on the tapes the next morning... I wonder if it might have been worth it just to do that......... I think I'll stick with being employed for now.
I managed to talk the shift manager into letting Mellisa go home a few hours early (for everyone's benefit) under the condition that I cleaned the fry-hop. What fun. Cleaning that thing made me nearly half an hour late to get off. But it got Mellisa out of everyone's hair, including mine.
I was supposed to hang out with Mark tonight but that fell through. Mark has to work starting early every morning. He hung out Jackie last night at his house since Jackie didn't want to leave home. Mark had promised he'd hang out with me tonight since we couldn't hang out last night and I was freaking out about the basement door being left wide open with nothing missing and none of the cats escaped (I locked the doors very securely and slept with a knife close at hand). Mark, however, was too tired to hang out tonight by the time I got off work. If I didn't love him I'd either beat him over the head, drop him, or force him to be with me regardless of how tired he is. But I love him, so I'm sitting at home, alone again, writing this entry and moping about how lonely I am. Kellen's already gone to bed, Maura won't answer her phone, and the rest of my high school friends seem to have forgotten my existence already or are too busy to hang out or even talk to me at the moment. I feel unspecial.... Someone pet me and talk to me. Till then I'm going to go cry in the corner and pet my cat, she at least loves me.
I had to work today. I started at four and thought I was to get off at eight, but found that I'd copied nearly my entire schedule for this week wrong and that I got off at ten. Then I found out who I was working with, Mellisa Yarbber. A short, WHINNY, little bitch who can't help but make everything around her unpleasant and refuses to do even half of what she's supposed to. I think the only reason she hasn't been fired yet is because she hasn't mouthed off to anyone in a position to fire her or even get her in trouble. Me for instance, she was really pushing my buttons today, but I've got to be on my best behavior or risk getting fired myself. I just wanted to deck her. Nobody would really have objected, I just wouldn't have had a job once the boss saw what I'd done on the tapes the next morning... I wonder if it might have been worth it just to do that......... I think I'll stick with being employed for now.
I managed to talk the shift manager into letting Mellisa go home a few hours early (for everyone's benefit) under the condition that I cleaned the fry-hop. What fun. Cleaning that thing made me nearly half an hour late to get off. But it got Mellisa out of everyone's hair, including mine.
I was supposed to hang out with Mark tonight but that fell through. Mark has to work starting early every morning. He hung out Jackie last night at his house since Jackie didn't want to leave home. Mark had promised he'd hang out with me tonight since we couldn't hang out last night and I was freaking out about the basement door being left wide open with nothing missing and none of the cats escaped (I locked the doors very securely and slept with a knife close at hand). Mark, however, was too tired to hang out tonight by the time I got off work. If I didn't love him I'd either beat him over the head, drop him, or force him to be with me regardless of how tired he is. But I love him, so I'm sitting at home, alone again, writing this entry and moping about how lonely I am. Kellen's already gone to bed, Maura won't answer her phone, and the rest of my high school friends seem to have forgotten my existence already or are too busy to hang out or even talk to me at the moment. I feel unspecial.... Someone pet me and talk to me. Till then I'm going to go cry in the corner and pet my cat, she at least loves me.