This is fucked up
I got the modem from HP, all right-in a flimsy cardboard envelope, no padding, no "Handle with Care", wrapped in cheap bubblewrap....and NO FUCKING INSTRUCTIONS!!!
What the hell is wrong with you assfucks? I was TOLD there would be instructions! Instead, I have to call and play phone tag yet AGAIN to get you to send me the instructions. THEN, I get them, and they're vague and non-descriptive. And cheap Xerox copies. At least Nancy told me she knows how to install a modem, so I won't fuck it up.
Goddamn it all. I haven't heard from "Things Remembered" yet, so I'm gonna call tomorrow. Goddamn fuck, can't even get a fucking job in RETAIL, goddamn it.
Oh well. Guess it's back to "sponging off of mom and dad and being a loser,", right?
Why even bother?
(And no, I don't want sympathy, hugs, or anything else. I just want everyone off of my goddamn fucking back. I KNOW my life is pathetic, all right? And unless you're prepared to fucking HIRE ME, then shut the fuck up. I hope to god you never have any fucking trouble in your life or get screwed over. God, if you have such great lives, fine. Mine sucks. I don't need you shitheads to remind me all the goddamn time. It's not something I don't already know. This isn't me feeling sorry for myself, it's me letting off steam. If you have any solutions, I'll gladly take them. Get a job? Yeah, sure. I'll just go and pluck one off of the job tree. (I've sent out god knows how many applications and resumes. How many responses? One. Yeah, I'll get a job real easily!)
Move out? Yeah, with all my millions.
You're not me, you're not special, you're not perfect, so fuck off, all right? You're obviously lucky enough NOT to be me, so just be grateful and leave me the fuck alone.
What the hell is wrong with you assfucks? I was TOLD there would be instructions! Instead, I have to call and play phone tag yet AGAIN to get you to send me the instructions. THEN, I get them, and they're vague and non-descriptive. And cheap Xerox copies. At least Nancy told me she knows how to install a modem, so I won't fuck it up.
Goddamn it all. I haven't heard from "Things Remembered" yet, so I'm gonna call tomorrow. Goddamn fuck, can't even get a fucking job in RETAIL, goddamn it.
Oh well. Guess it's back to "sponging off of mom and dad and being a loser,", right?
Why even bother?
(And no, I don't want sympathy, hugs, or anything else. I just want everyone off of my goddamn fucking back. I KNOW my life is pathetic, all right? And unless you're prepared to fucking HIRE ME, then shut the fuck up. I hope to god you never have any fucking trouble in your life or get screwed over. God, if you have such great lives, fine. Mine sucks. I don't need you shitheads to remind me all the goddamn time. It's not something I don't already know. This isn't me feeling sorry for myself, it's me letting off steam. If you have any solutions, I'll gladly take them. Get a job? Yeah, sure. I'll just go and pluck one off of the job tree. (I've sent out god knows how many applications and resumes. How many responses? One. Yeah, I'll get a job real easily!)
Move out? Yeah, with all my millions.
You're not me, you're not special, you're not perfect, so fuck off, all right? You're obviously lucky enough NOT to be me, so just be grateful and leave me the fuck alone.