(no subject)
This is basically my schedule for the next month:
School. Work. Homework. Sleep. Repeat.
I started my job at Phantom's Great Scare. Fucking full time... 7 hours a day Mon-Thurs, 11 hours Fri-Sat, and 9 hours on Sundays. I'm losing my voice, my arms are sore and I'm getting callousses on my hands from shaking my bars [I'm a victim in a cage], bruises all over me from who knows what, I'm exhausted, I have no social life now, but I love my fucking job.
I get paid to scare the shit out of people and yell and laugh at them and do whatever I want. I get to fuck around and play jokes and try to scare the other people I work with. I can act insane, dress up like a dead person everyday, listen to White Zombie and Deicide at work. It's okay to be delirious when you're tired at the end of the day. I met the coolest and weirdest people. And I get to work in fucking deep ellum in fucking Dallas. I get to see all the *pretty* lit up buildings downtown every night. And where else could I get a job with my blue hair? lol. [don't say hot topic...fuck hot topic]
Yesterday alone I made 5 kids cry. And 4 grown people crash into the wall as they were running away. Fuck yes, I love my job.
In other news, the new Skinny Puppy DVD is glorious. It's like going to their show all over again, without the pushing and shoving. These gummy bears are the best. And I get to go to the SuicideGirls Burlesque Show tonight. Oh yeah.
School. Work. Homework. Sleep. Repeat.
I started my job at Phantom's Great Scare. Fucking full time... 7 hours a day Mon-Thurs, 11 hours Fri-Sat, and 9 hours on Sundays. I'm losing my voice, my arms are sore and I'm getting callousses on my hands from shaking my bars [I'm a victim in a cage], bruises all over me from who knows what, I'm exhausted, I have no social life now, but I love my fucking job.
I get paid to scare the shit out of people and yell and laugh at them and do whatever I want. I get to fuck around and play jokes and try to scare the other people I work with. I can act insane, dress up like a dead person everyday, listen to White Zombie and Deicide at work. It's okay to be delirious when you're tired at the end of the day. I met the coolest and weirdest people. And I get to work in fucking deep ellum in fucking Dallas. I get to see all the *pretty* lit up buildings downtown every night. And where else could I get a job with my blue hair? lol. [don't say hot topic...fuck hot topic]
Yesterday alone I made 5 kids cry. And 4 grown people crash into the wall as they were running away. Fuck yes, I love my job.
In other news, the new Skinny Puppy DVD is glorious. It's like going to their show all over again, without the pushing and shoving. These gummy bears are the best. And I get to go to the SuicideGirls Burlesque Show tonight. Oh yeah.