Jesus Christ

Jul 16, 2007 18:56

I really hate this job.

I've just called out because I have no gas and will not be able to get to and from work. Of course, no job cares about this, but I do. If it's home I shall stay, them home it is. Of course, something is happening tomorrow about some fucking visitors but well boo fucking hoo Natacha, do something for once in your life. This 7-11 must be a sign. I'll have to tell Mommy to go to Turkey Lake to renew my references. It's just been hell these past few months, day in and day out at the register, no chance to breathe. I can't even touch another bar; I have to call someone. It's getting way too frustrating. I leave there more pissed than happy.

She says I call out too much, I've only called out twice. This is my third time. I fucking hate this job so much I want to quit.
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