bitchfest
i've decided that one week from tomorrow at the good charlotte show i am just gonna lose it and go fucking nuts. i don't give a shit. i'm so goddammned sick of work dragging me through shit and my bosses walking all over me and me getting nothing out of it. i'm sick of being underappreciated. i'm sick of being abused. and i'm sick of being who borders and seattles best want me to be. its such shit that the general manager tells me to suck it up when i'm scheduled 11 1/2 hours, when he's been on vacation for god knows how long and didn't see that i just worked 3 days with i don't even know what...but it wasn't a cold because the dayquil wasn't touching it. they don't treat any of the other supervisors as shitty as they treat me. they promise me that its gonna get better and that they're gonna give me all these things that i need and that i've been requesting....well where the fuck are they?
one week from tomorrow i'm gonna be with my favorite person in the world, in my favorite state in the world, seeing my favorite band in the world. nothing can touch that. work can fuck off.
But I will stand up to the pain
Wake up and fight again
If you could dance with me through this rain
And we will fight
We will fight again
one week from tomorrow i'm gonna be with my favorite person in the world, in my favorite state in the world, seeing my favorite band in the world. nothing can touch that. work can fuck off.
But I will stand up to the pain
Wake up and fight again
If you could dance with me through this rain
And we will fight
We will fight again