Does anyone that reads this really give a damn?

Aug 24, 2003 07:54

I'll start my post with a song...

Dont make me listen to the stupid broken record again
The needle skippin and repeatin' never reaching the end
I know your bitchin and complainin like you got it so tough
We're sick of all your cryin will you ever shut up

So Keep bleeding your fake blood till no one even see's it
If thats the best you can make up, at least act like you mean it

Give up the grudge, shut your fuckin mouth
why you gotta judge everbody but yourself
Take a look around, there aint nobody home
I may be a loser but at least i'm not alone

Your mercedes wont start yeah thats a cryin shame
I guess 90 k a year buys nothing but complaints
The people in my neighborhood think that i'm a threat
While the boss gets richer they get people in debt

It's been a fucking horrible month or so. I am more stressed than I have been in years. My job is going to kill me sooner or later. My boss is finally saying that he's going to start cracking down on all this bullshit. Will he actually do what he says? I guess we'll have to wait and see, won't we?

I was stuck at work until 7:15 because I was so incredibly behind. John (the new guy) said he was going to take Terance home. He would be right back. I didn't have a problem with that. 30 minutes went by. It takes MAYBE 5 minutes to drop Terance off and come back to the store. An hour went by. I called Terance's cell phone. I asked him if John was still there. He was. I told Terance to tell John that Jim was looking for him (Jim really wasn't, John just needed to get his ass back to the store). He said alright. He hung up on me...

Another 30 minutes went by. I called Jim to tell him about John. Jim asked me if I tried calling John. I said yes, but his cell phone was disconnected (pre-paid service). Jim said alright, to call Terance back. I tried. No answer.... Another 15 minutes went by. John finally called. He claimed that he had talked to Sherry earlier this week and she said he didn't have to stay if he didn't want to.... One) Sherry has no authority to tell him that. Two) Before he left he told me he would be right back. Three) He claimed he was at his parents house for his dad's birthday, which if I am not mistaken, was about a month ago. He said he had already started drinking and he wasn't coming back... Sooooo... I called Jim back and told him everything. Jim got pissed because he had to come in (which is understandable).

Jim called me on his way to the store and asked me where Terance lived. I told him. Jim said alright. When Jim got to the store he told me he drove by Terance's house. He said John was still there...

I actually gave that fucking bastard, John, a good recommendation to Jim. That makes me look bad. I didn't know about John's past track record. I also didn't know what was going on with Terance. Terance kept saying he missed Jonathan working with him. Now I know why. Because Jonathan would always pick up for Terance's slack. Jonathan didn't want to be held responsible for what Terance didn't do, so Jon would do it, making Terance's day easier. But, without Jonathan, he actually had to work. Heaven forbid that lazy pot-head actually have to lift his fucking hands to make a living.

I swear... I am going to go insane. I am tired of being toyed with. I am sick of being mistreated by a number of people. I DO NOT LIKE BEING YELLED AT BY ANYONE! I am tired of the immaturity. It's everywhere I go. I am trying to grow as a person. I don't need all this bullshit trying to hinder my progress. I need to separate myself from all this shit. I need a new job. I just need a new life. It's seems like that only person in my life that matters anymore is James (and my family, of course).

I am going to be honest. How often is it that any of you people that know me in real life actually call me when you don't need something or when you aren't bored? How often is it that you call me to see how I am doing or just to say hello? How often do any of you actually reply to this fucking journal? I can count the number on less than 5 fingers.

Enough said.
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