Back in B-Ham
Well, I'm back. My Dad drove me up, which is weird cause that is probably the longest amount of time we have spent together in the last two years. I learned a lot about trucks I didn't know. Which will help me when I want to... talk about trucks.
So I TRULY hate my work, and told then the other day that I needed to try and find another job and I could only work one day a week. Well, I guess some shit went down while I was out of town and someone quit. When I called to see if I could get tomorrow off the told em they have to "rework the schedule", which I think means that I am going to have to pick up a bunch of hours and will probably end up working full-time there. I really do not think that I can mop floors full time. I don't want to leave them in a lurch or anything but I don't think I can do it. At least not without a raise.
Shea did something to the toilet and when I went to go use the 'ladies room' the only word to describe what I saw in the bowl is "soup". Thick, nasty, brown, shit soup. I can hardly handle moldy cheese without gagging. What do I do?