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huzzah, update inc for my massive livejournal followers!
decided to start working overnights for the extra money and hours, and it's been pretty good so far other then me being completely worn out. started them a week ago or so (all the days mash together now so i don't know what day it is), and it's been a cakewalk. on load nights i average a good 2-3 hours of breaks, and off nights a good 4 or 5, and mike being the genius he is figured it out to about $26 for each hour of work i actually do, score.
the people are cool as hell for the most part, other then fucking whorebag skanktits slutface bitch lady's son, who's quite the douche. the 2 managers are awesome, and let me get away with everything. i work half assed for 2 or 3 hours and get told that since i've been working 'so much' to relax/read magazines/sit outside/do whatever for a good hour or two. one of them has a cabin about 10 minutes from mine up in the middle of nowhere too.
my sleeping has become massively fucked, will sleep an hour or two one day and a solid twelve the next. all the days blend together and the only difference i notice is whether or not i have to work that night.
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i shall no longer be a teenager as of this friday, nooooo i'm gonna be old :(
and being the intelligent one i am, completely spacing on the fact that friday is my birthday, offered to work that night. saturday night i shall do something, i don't have a clue what because i'm crazy boring like that, but i'll find sumthin'. hm, trying to find something else to write about but i got nothing, damn my exciting life.
decided to start working overnights for the extra money and hours, and it's been pretty good so far other then me being completely worn out. started them a week ago or so (all the days mash together now so i don't know what day it is), and it's been a cakewalk. on load nights i average a good 2-3 hours of breaks, and off nights a good 4 or 5, and mike being the genius he is figured it out to about $26 for each hour of work i actually do, score.
the people are cool as hell for the most part, other then fucking whorebag skanktits slutface bitch lady's son, who's quite the douche. the 2 managers are awesome, and let me get away with everything. i work half assed for 2 or 3 hours and get told that since i've been working 'so much' to relax/read magazines/sit outside/do whatever for a good hour or two. one of them has a cabin about 10 minutes from mine up in the middle of nowhere too.
my sleeping has become massively fucked, will sleep an hour or two one day and a solid twelve the next. all the days blend together and the only difference i notice is whether or not i have to work that night.
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i shall no longer be a teenager as of this friday, nooooo i'm gonna be old :(
and being the intelligent one i am, completely spacing on the fact that friday is my birthday, offered to work that night. saturday night i shall do something, i don't have a clue what because i'm crazy boring like that, but i'll find sumthin'. hm, trying to find something else to write about but i got nothing, damn my exciting life.