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so i guess this is where i'm supposed to bitch about having to work 8 days in a row. fuck it, i don't care anymore, i'm extreamly exhausted, but theres nothing i can do about it except smile and bite my tounge. people wonder why they never see me anymore, i know all i do is change oil, but you go do it for 9 hours a day and tell me if you feel like going anywhere at the end of the day. i can honestly say that the paycheck is the only thing keeping me at wal-mart. that company is seriously fucked, and if someone tells you that wal-mart employees are the best treated, do me a favor and punch them in the face for me. it sucks how i've been meeting some great people lately, but they all live like 30 minutes to an hour away. we got this guy chris in about a month ago, he works in seafood, that kid is cool as hell, i'm gonna have to start hanging out with him. but now it's time to get ready and head into work, seems to be the story of my life. peace. a-town downtown.