IM SO SICK OF IT, IM GUNNA END IT, MAKE IT STOP.
i cant go to dropkick, FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!
that stupid douche bag had to fucking cut him self so bad he needed stiches. and now he cant cover my shift and theres no one else avalible to cover. and im not allower to 'call out sick'.
my only options are:
A) go to the show, and get chewed out, MAYBE keep my job, but probably get fired, after being talked down to by a bunch of ex-drug adict's and only went stright because they inheriated a bussiness, and hired some fucking old indian ex-junkie to be thier stupid manager.
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B) go to work, and miss clit 45, and The Welch Boys, and make it there, smelling like taco's copletely sober for the very end of the murphy's set, and that's lucky, if i catch the very end.
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C) beg, BEG!!!! on my hands and knee's to for Jason the garnisher, to PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cover my dish shift, and have someone cover his granishing shift. which would resul tin him probably getting pissed at me, and going, 'metal' on my ass, and then, the manager and owner would walk in with thier kitchen turned upside down employee wise. and both of them would of course, flip out on me, and be stupid bitches. furthering my dis-like of them.
all would end up with me very very pissed off.
and probably yelling at someone that they are a stupid fucking dick head. im sure.
anyways.
yeah, my first step is to enjoy my b-day and get really really stoned, and not care about it till tomorrow.
i deal with problems so well.
:jake christ:
:no, we cant be beaten:
that stupid douche bag had to fucking cut him self so bad he needed stiches. and now he cant cover my shift and theres no one else avalible to cover. and im not allower to 'call out sick'.
my only options are:
A) go to the show, and get chewed out, MAYBE keep my job, but probably get fired, after being talked down to by a bunch of ex-drug adict's and only went stright because they inheriated a bussiness, and hired some fucking old indian ex-junkie to be thier stupid manager.
--
B) go to work, and miss clit 45, and The Welch Boys, and make it there, smelling like taco's copletely sober for the very end of the murphy's set, and that's lucky, if i catch the very end.
--
C) beg, BEG!!!! on my hands and knee's to for Jason the garnisher, to PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cover my dish shift, and have someone cover his granishing shift. which would resul tin him probably getting pissed at me, and going, 'metal' on my ass, and then, the manager and owner would walk in with thier kitchen turned upside down employee wise. and both of them would of course, flip out on me, and be stupid bitches. furthering my dis-like of them.
all would end up with me very very pissed off.
and probably yelling at someone that they are a stupid fucking dick head. im sure.
anyways.
yeah, my first step is to enjoy my b-day and get really really stoned, and not care about it till tomorrow.
i deal with problems so well.
:jake christ:
:no, we cant be beaten: