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I was going to update but I worked 9-530 today and I'm way too fucking tired and my sister is texting me and annoying me and I'm going to go home/shower/eat/bed so I can do it all over again tomorrow, but even earlier. HOORAY.
But basically I hate my job. And it makes me hate my life because I worry about it before and after work. It's the 24 hour shift. FUCK.
I hung out with that kid twice, it's okay. I don't know. He brought me a PB egg the second time we hung out bc I had said something about them in an email but then he introduced me as Kristen.
I am so sick of everything in this world. People, coworkers, bosses, family, money, bills, coffee, the weather, working, barely making minimum wage, being a college dropout, dating, not dating, being alone, being around people, people talking to me like I AM AN IDIOT, the smell of coffee, paying for laundry, text messages, the fact that there isn't any unsecured wireless within range of my apartment, fighting with my sister every day of my life, friends, the lack thereof, smelling like coffee, panic attacks every time I step on the bus because my Pitt ID is expired, PNC overdrawing my bank account twice because they are fucking bastards, the carpal tunnel I am developing in my right hand from spending too much time on my phone, this kid next to me in the computer lab, dress codes.
Goodbye. Forever.
But basically I hate my job. And it makes me hate my life because I worry about it before and after work. It's the 24 hour shift. FUCK.
I hung out with that kid twice, it's okay. I don't know. He brought me a PB egg the second time we hung out bc I had said something about them in an email but then he introduced me as Kristen.
I am so sick of everything in this world. People, coworkers, bosses, family, money, bills, coffee, the weather, working, barely making minimum wage, being a college dropout, dating, not dating, being alone, being around people, people talking to me like I AM AN IDIOT, the smell of coffee, paying for laundry, text messages, the fact that there isn't any unsecured wireless within range of my apartment, fighting with my sister every day of my life, friends, the lack thereof, smelling like coffee, panic attacks every time I step on the bus because my Pitt ID is expired, PNC overdrawing my bank account twice because they are fucking bastards, the carpal tunnel I am developing in my right hand from spending too much time on my phone, this kid next to me in the computer lab, dress codes.
Goodbye. Forever.