Crisis
I'm depressed. I really am.
Lately I've felt like the biggest piece of shit that has ever walked the earth. The whole you suck. The world hates you. You have no friends. No one cares of you are alive.-Type depression.
Thanksgiving was a lot of fun. My family minus my dad went down to West Virginia for pictures of me and my cousins as a Christmas gift for my grandparents. I was supposed to have a meeting for pittco, but didn't end up going. Wouldn't have made it even if I wanted to. The roads were bad, and my mom wanted to go back to WV to spend the night so we didn't have to drive down the next day. Came home, grabbed two dogs then drove back. -_-
Thanksgiving dinner was awesome. I think I woofed down my plate before everyone was finished sitting down ha ha. I didn't eat a whole lot. After dinner I sat around watching TV with my cousins till we all were ready to go home... this time Kayla came along. Kayla is my buddy. Usually go to Kennywood and such with her.
Had a mini-LAN at Nick's the next day. Sean, Pat, Cory, Nick, John, Kayla, and myself. It was pretty interesting to say the least. Pat kept hitting on Kayla most of the night, and I kept zoning off. I wasn't even really tired. I was just feeling pathetic.
Steelers sucked on Monday. Colts FTW.
Which brings us to Tuesday: Wing night. As soon as I came in Ron started throwing a hissy fit about something or other. I don't know what he wants to prove. He acts like he has to be better than me or something. But anyways, he wants to have a cook off against me. I don't get it. I don't want to have a big head or anything, but I know I'd out preform him in a cooking sense. I've been there longer, and I've already proved myself before. I usually kick him out of the grill station, or if he's dropping stuff. Blah blah blah. I hate people. It doesn't matter. I get paid $8.00/hr. This job is cake. It's not worth people getting mad about. But it does piss me off that all I try to do is help people, and all I do is get criticsized for it. I was so close to walking out at one point. I couldn't take it.
I don't even care anymore. I'm just so oblivious to everything right now. I'm off the next two days. Anyone want to do anything? Give me a call. 412-901-8314.
Peace.
Lately I've felt like the biggest piece of shit that has ever walked the earth. The whole you suck. The world hates you. You have no friends. No one cares of you are alive.-Type depression.
Thanksgiving was a lot of fun. My family minus my dad went down to West Virginia for pictures of me and my cousins as a Christmas gift for my grandparents. I was supposed to have a meeting for pittco, but didn't end up going. Wouldn't have made it even if I wanted to. The roads were bad, and my mom wanted to go back to WV to spend the night so we didn't have to drive down the next day. Came home, grabbed two dogs then drove back. -_-
Thanksgiving dinner was awesome. I think I woofed down my plate before everyone was finished sitting down ha ha. I didn't eat a whole lot. After dinner I sat around watching TV with my cousins till we all were ready to go home... this time Kayla came along. Kayla is my buddy. Usually go to Kennywood and such with her.
Had a mini-LAN at Nick's the next day. Sean, Pat, Cory, Nick, John, Kayla, and myself. It was pretty interesting to say the least. Pat kept hitting on Kayla most of the night, and I kept zoning off. I wasn't even really tired. I was just feeling pathetic.
Steelers sucked on Monday. Colts FTW.
Which brings us to Tuesday: Wing night. As soon as I came in Ron started throwing a hissy fit about something or other. I don't know what he wants to prove. He acts like he has to be better than me or something. But anyways, he wants to have a cook off against me. I don't get it. I don't want to have a big head or anything, but I know I'd out preform him in a cooking sense. I've been there longer, and I've already proved myself before. I usually kick him out of the grill station, or if he's dropping stuff. Blah blah blah. I hate people. It doesn't matter. I get paid $8.00/hr. This job is cake. It's not worth people getting mad about. But it does piss me off that all I try to do is help people, and all I do is get criticsized for it. I was so close to walking out at one point. I couldn't take it.
I don't even care anymore. I'm just so oblivious to everything right now. I'm off the next two days. Anyone want to do anything? Give me a call. 412-901-8314.
Peace.