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I got a call from this girl Carly who I have hung out with a couple of times this year. She asked me to drop her and her friends off at the train station, then pick them up tomorrow morning so they could go to Chicago to see their friend, since her car is broken. She said she'd give me gas money, and that we could hang out tomorrow when they got back. I told her I'd be over soon, and turned off my phone. Guess who's still here? That's right. I'm so sick of everybody. Really.
I hate the fact that the person I actually unbelievably consider my best friend right now is my manager. She is thirty something years old, and she is my manager... Of course it would be more than awkward to hang out with her, even though I wish this wasn't the case. She is the most down to earth person I have ever met and really at this moment wish I was older. I wish I had friends like her, or even knew people like her. Oh well...
I don't know what to say right now. I havent gotten payed for almost a month because my check somehow got lost at my work. I also figured out that they ripped me off 12.5 hours on my check, but the manager who does the checks insists that it was only two. I can't handle my frustration right now. I love my job, but every other aspect of my life is just amazingly fucking worthless. I'm getting lazier, fatter, more anxious. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. But I'm fine, I'll be okay. Life is just like that.
I hate the fact that the person I actually unbelievably consider my best friend right now is my manager. She is thirty something years old, and she is my manager... Of course it would be more than awkward to hang out with her, even though I wish this wasn't the case. She is the most down to earth person I have ever met and really at this moment wish I was older. I wish I had friends like her, or even knew people like her. Oh well...
I don't know what to say right now. I havent gotten payed for almost a month because my check somehow got lost at my work. I also figured out that they ripped me off 12.5 hours on my check, but the manager who does the checks insists that it was only two. I can't handle my frustration right now. I love my job, but every other aspect of my life is just amazingly fucking worthless. I'm getting lazier, fatter, more anxious. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. But I'm fine, I'll be okay. Life is just like that.