Work blows monkey balls
Yes.. you heard it here first. Work blows monkey balls. I work 6 days a week, and I come home with only 400 bones every two weeks. What the fuck? 400 dollars every two weeks and I work more than everyone else at work. Even the fucking managers. WHAT THE FUCK?! I am not even a manager. and I work more than them. Soon enough they'll try to make me work 7 days a week, and most the days will be doubles. Horrible I tell you.
And the moment I get home from work, I start to do my laundry, what happens in the middle of the wash cycle? A FUCKING POWER OUTAGE. God dammit, what the fuck else can go wrong? Oh well, the power is back on, so laundry is proceeding. Oh the joys of life.
Anyway, I'm just bored off my ass waiting for the laundry to dry, so I'm updating my journal. Feel special.
And the moment I get home from work, I start to do my laundry, what happens in the middle of the wash cycle? A FUCKING POWER OUTAGE. God dammit, what the fuck else can go wrong? Oh well, the power is back on, so laundry is proceeding. Oh the joys of life.
Anyway, I'm just bored off my ass waiting for the laundry to dry, so I'm updating my journal. Feel special.