I can't even get away when I sleep.

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So the past week, 3 or 4 out of the 7 nights I've dreamt about work. It's not enough that I'm there all weekend, I have to be there in my sleep aswell. And it wasn't even a cool dream about stuff happening at work; I was literally doing my job in my sleep. And then I wake up and realize what just happened, say "Fuck." and roll over back to sleep. Terrible. Just Terrible. And the last week while I've been at work has sucked. In the morning, I'm not the best person to be doing my job. So my boss yells at me. And everyone tells everyone everything at work, so everyone knew I was fucking up the next day. So I bitched about that, and it got back to my boss and she apologized, but it didn't feel like an apology, it just fealt like she was yelling at me about fucking up again. And then on Saturday she yells at all of us. So pretty much, I got yelled at everyday I worked last week. And I'm really looking forward to this week 'casue I have school on all the days I normally do(Mon-Wed), my family isn't having a real dinner on Thanksgiving, I have the day off of work but I might have to move shit at my aunt's house, and then Friday if I do work, it's going to be dead and a complete waste of my time. And then the usually Saturday bullshit. I can't wait 'till the holidays are over, I don't have school and I can quit this fucking job.

In other news, sometimes when I get depressed I read Catcher in the Rye. And it wasn't better this time, but I related a lot more to it. Since I last read it, I a)failed out of school, b)have been exposed to alcohol, c)gone through one of the most depressing times of my life (while at IIT). So with those experiences, this book reflected my life very closely. And all it did was make me more depressed. I hate school. And I hate my job. I can't wait till I'm done with both.