Work & Sleep, that's what my life has become.
Sweet jesus, another night of work has come and gone.
Unfortunatly, as the nights go by, I find the customers, even the pathetic drunks, less fun and entertaning and just simply irritating and annoying. See, this is why people like me, shouldn't have jobs where they.. y'know.. interact with, the living.
Steve is offically gone. The whole two week thing was just over passed because apparently my boss just stopped giving a fuck. That's why i'm workin his shifts for a few more days, until the new guy "Tony" is trainined.
Now, the thing about Tony... is that he's gay. This isn't an insult or childish remark, he's completly, openly, flamingly gay. The interesting part about this is that he's realized that the prospect of this has made me more than a little uncomfortable. So now he's taken to coming onto me. Not fun. I've never thought of myself as homophobic, but I think this guy could totally make me hate them all. I know he's just messin with me, and he's engaged and shit. But still.. it's still increasingly fucked up. I don't hate gay people, i'm just very, very straight.
I've managed to rip my thumb apart. I'm not sure how, but it's very painful, and every night I manage to make it worse.
I've resorted to leaving my money at home, so that there's absolutly no way I will buy shit at work. But I was craving coca~cola so bad last night. And I had gotten soooooo fucking sick of slushie. Just the thought of the overly sweetened Kool-Aid shit turned my stomach.
I don't have much else to say, just that this hell is almost over for another week. Work has stopped being fun, it's just become... well.. work.
-Mike
Unfortunatly, as the nights go by, I find the customers, even the pathetic drunks, less fun and entertaning and just simply irritating and annoying. See, this is why people like me, shouldn't have jobs where they.. y'know.. interact with, the living.
Steve is offically gone. The whole two week thing was just over passed because apparently my boss just stopped giving a fuck. That's why i'm workin his shifts for a few more days, until the new guy "Tony" is trainined.
Now, the thing about Tony... is that he's gay. This isn't an insult or childish remark, he's completly, openly, flamingly gay. The interesting part about this is that he's realized that the prospect of this has made me more than a little uncomfortable. So now he's taken to coming onto me. Not fun. I've never thought of myself as homophobic, but I think this guy could totally make me hate them all. I know he's just messin with me, and he's engaged and shit. But still.. it's still increasingly fucked up. I don't hate gay people, i'm just very, very straight.
I've managed to rip my thumb apart. I'm not sure how, but it's very painful, and every night I manage to make it worse.
I've resorted to leaving my money at home, so that there's absolutly no way I will buy shit at work. But I was craving coca~cola so bad last night. And I had gotten soooooo fucking sick of slushie. Just the thought of the overly sweetened Kool-Aid shit turned my stomach.
I don't have much else to say, just that this hell is almost over for another week. Work has stopped being fun, it's just become... well.. work.
-Mike