what's the point?
what's the point of having a job with benefits if one isn't given the opportunity to enjoy those benefits? i've had to reschedule with the dentist FOUR TIMES because my boss won't even let me have the goddamn HOUR off that i need to go get my fucking teeth checked out. fine, ok?! i made it for SATURDAY MORNING, ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY, JUST PLEASE DON'T PUT ME ON FUCKING CALL FOR ONE FUCKING SATURDAY MORNING!!
i was so frustrated with life last night i punched a wall. i'm typing this with one hand because i fucking BROKE my GODDAMN hand in my furious plight.
man do i feel pretty fucking stupid about it now, because guess what??!? the friend of mine who said i could borrow his jeep and would help me move TOTALLY bailed on me! I'm moving all my fucking shit down a flight of stairs, into my fucking little fucking car, across town, and UP a whole other flight of ATTIC stairs BY MYSELF, WITH ONE FUCKING GOOD HAND.
i give up. shit, i mean, i thought it was pretty obvious that you'd won already, life, but do you have to rub my fucking face in it? jesus.
i was so frustrated with life last night i punched a wall. i'm typing this with one hand because i fucking BROKE my GODDAMN hand in my furious plight.
man do i feel pretty fucking stupid about it now, because guess what??!? the friend of mine who said i could borrow his jeep and would help me move TOTALLY bailed on me! I'm moving all my fucking shit down a flight of stairs, into my fucking little fucking car, across town, and UP a whole other flight of ATTIC stairs BY MYSELF, WITH ONE FUCKING GOOD HAND.
i give up. shit, i mean, i thought it was pretty obvious that you'd won already, life, but do you have to rub my fucking face in it? jesus.