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Blarg. I think I have a cold coming on. AGAIN! D:
I asked my father about changing my hours to what I'm actually paid for. He said no. Apparently, the new girl was hired on the job description being 'trainee chef' - which means she should be in the kitchen area learning the whatevers from Bigot McShit-cock. So, the 'front of house' stuff is not her job and they can't let her do that. *bangs head against spike*
What the hell do I do? I need some time away from that place because it's pushing me over the FUCKING LINE, to quote Harry Potter. It's got to the point where I wonder if I'd take serious injury over going into work. Like I've said before - it's not that it's a hard job or anything, it's just absolutely miserable. I'm surrounded by people who despise me, forced to work for less than half minimum wage and expected to be happy about it. Not to mention the fact that the building is COLD and filthy and dull and god I hate it.
Not even reading 'Sayings of the Buddha' could help me. (By the way, it is an interesting read - Buddha thinks that belief and worship of gods is 'unhelpful' and 'unhealthy'. I'm with you there, Buddha, me old chum. But he also thinks that human relationships are unhealthy and that to reach enlightenment one must be separate from absolutely everything - which strikes me as silly, if not impossible).
Ed Balls is the new Shadow chancellor. Now Labour's economic policies have got BALLS!! Sorry, had to do it. I don't even like the use of 'balls' to describe something as being 'courageous' or whatever balls means nowadays.
I found out today that I'm not overdrawn on my bank account! That hardly ever happens! Mind you, I've hardly bought anything since Christmas, except birthday presents for the twins - my youngest siblings who will be 18 on the 31st of this month. Oh, and Meglos. I bought Meglos. Because Meglos is awesome. It is, perhaps, the most appropriate use of the OMINOUS FACE.
I asked my father about changing my hours to what I'm actually paid for. He said no. Apparently, the new girl was hired on the job description being 'trainee chef' - which means she should be in the kitchen area learning the whatevers from Bigot McShit-cock. So, the 'front of house' stuff is not her job and they can't let her do that. *bangs head against spike*
What the hell do I do? I need some time away from that place because it's pushing me over the FUCKING LINE, to quote Harry Potter. It's got to the point where I wonder if I'd take serious injury over going into work. Like I've said before - it's not that it's a hard job or anything, it's just absolutely miserable. I'm surrounded by people who despise me, forced to work for less than half minimum wage and expected to be happy about it. Not to mention the fact that the building is COLD and filthy and dull and god I hate it.
Not even reading 'Sayings of the Buddha' could help me. (By the way, it is an interesting read - Buddha thinks that belief and worship of gods is 'unhelpful' and 'unhealthy'. I'm with you there, Buddha, me old chum. But he also thinks that human relationships are unhealthy and that to reach enlightenment one must be separate from absolutely everything - which strikes me as silly, if not impossible).
Ed Balls is the new Shadow chancellor. Now Labour's economic policies have got BALLS!! Sorry, had to do it. I don't even like the use of 'balls' to describe something as being 'courageous' or whatever balls means nowadays.
I found out today that I'm not overdrawn on my bank account! That hardly ever happens! Mind you, I've hardly bought anything since Christmas, except birthday presents for the twins - my youngest siblings who will be 18 on the 31st of this month. Oh, and Meglos. I bought Meglos. Because Meglos is awesome. It is, perhaps, the most appropriate use of the OMINOUS FACE.