Staying up late. . . -_______-
I'm not going to work tomorrow. It's this huge, long schpiel, and I shall tell it to you now.
So you all know, I've been using my aunt and uncle and cousin's cars, for work. I cannot legally drive mine, due to it not passing smog. Well, usually, it's all frantic, but it works itself out. Well, not today.
My uncle is borrowing his dad's truck. So my cousin can use his car. And my other cousin works. And my aunt is using her own car.
ONE of them could help me... But will they? NO. Of course not; They are selfish jerk faces.
You know, The ONLY reason I don't have a friggin ride to MY JOB.... Is because my cousin B, she says that it's "too much gas" to drive (her father's car....) to take me to work, and down the street to her school. If I was able to go... I'd put some fucking gas in the car!!!! GOSH!
She asks me, instead of accepting my gas money, If I can drive my own car. I laugh in her face... If I got pulled over driving my car, right now, It would be impounded. And then, I'd get a friggin ticket. Are you joking when you ask me to risk that? I sure hope so. Or else you are waaay more stupid than I gave you credit for. I mean, when we gave you the name sign "air-head, with a B" it was a joke. Way to live up to your potential as a caring, Christianly human being.
So, yeah, that's my rant, whine, whatever, about how I have to last minute come up with some way to tell my boss that I'm not going to make it to work tomorrow.... +_______+ I hope they understand.
My FIRST job. . . . I've only worked it a WEEK. . . and this? God, I'm screwed. -__-
So you all know, I've been using my aunt and uncle and cousin's cars, for work. I cannot legally drive mine, due to it not passing smog. Well, usually, it's all frantic, but it works itself out. Well, not today.
My uncle is borrowing his dad's truck. So my cousin can use his car. And my other cousin works. And my aunt is using her own car.
ONE of them could help me... But will they? NO. Of course not; They are selfish jerk faces.
You know, The ONLY reason I don't have a friggin ride to MY JOB.... Is because my cousin B, she says that it's "too much gas" to drive (her father's car....) to take me to work, and down the street to her school. If I was able to go... I'd put some fucking gas in the car!!!! GOSH!
She asks me, instead of accepting my gas money, If I can drive my own car. I laugh in her face... If I got pulled over driving my car, right now, It would be impounded. And then, I'd get a friggin ticket. Are you joking when you ask me to risk that? I sure hope so. Or else you are waaay more stupid than I gave you credit for. I mean, when we gave you the name sign "air-head, with a B" it was a joke. Way to live up to your potential as a caring, Christianly human being.
So, yeah, that's my rant, whine, whatever, about how I have to last minute come up with some way to tell my boss that I'm not going to make it to work tomorrow.... +_______+ I hope they understand.
My FIRST job. . . . I've only worked it a WEEK. . . and this? God, I'm screwed. -__-