sigh.
dear diary,
i know i neglect you. and i know i only write here when i feel like being a big emo, but whatever.
i hate my job. i fucking hate it. i am so fucking miserable monday thru friday, i just want to die. and since i started it two weeks ago ive managed to have gotten sick BOTH weekends off. and since i had a three week gap of having no job, ive got about 80 dollars of spending money for the next three weeks. LAME. most people at my work are assholes. or even worse theyre boring. and on my first day, i dont think ive ever gotten so many dirty looks from a group of people in my life. though, one chick, who has a boyfriend..., is fucking HOT. but thats neither here nor there. and theres a fat smelly guy who keeps calling me chief. what the fuck? and theres the guy who tries to be funny but isnt- he actually spent 5 minutes the other day telling jokes about mexicans and how lazy they are. it wasnt even funny, it was just offensive. i have an hour long lunch break, which in some respects its kind of nice, but in most respects its lame. how do i kill an hour? its about two exits to far to justify going home. ugh. and i have to listen to two hours of howard stern every morning.
im realizing that i have to go to work in 9 hours and really, i just want to cry.
i wish you could schedule job interviews around when you have to be at work.
and im single. boo.
i know i neglect you. and i know i only write here when i feel like being a big emo, but whatever.
i hate my job. i fucking hate it. i am so fucking miserable monday thru friday, i just want to die. and since i started it two weeks ago ive managed to have gotten sick BOTH weekends off. and since i had a three week gap of having no job, ive got about 80 dollars of spending money for the next three weeks. LAME. most people at my work are assholes. or even worse theyre boring. and on my first day, i dont think ive ever gotten so many dirty looks from a group of people in my life. though, one chick, who has a boyfriend..., is fucking HOT. but thats neither here nor there. and theres a fat smelly guy who keeps calling me chief. what the fuck? and theres the guy who tries to be funny but isnt- he actually spent 5 minutes the other day telling jokes about mexicans and how lazy they are. it wasnt even funny, it was just offensive. i have an hour long lunch break, which in some respects its kind of nice, but in most respects its lame. how do i kill an hour? its about two exits to far to justify going home. ugh. and i have to listen to two hours of howard stern every morning.
im realizing that i have to go to work in 9 hours and really, i just want to cry.
i wish you could schedule job interviews around when you have to be at work.
and im single. boo.