fuck life
hmmm i wonder why life hates me so...it would be really nice to find out. yeah things start to go good, and i say, "gee i love life!" and then it fucking kicks me in the shins and laughs at me lying on the ground. thats my analogy for the day. fuck life and work and people and everything thats going wrong. im so sick of doing everything i fucking can for something, to get jack shit in return.
fuck work. fuck it to a million peices. thats fucking fine, promote whoever the fuck you want, fuck the goddamn bastard who's the nest bobby, the next guy to harass all the girls, and the guy who drinks and smokes on the job, the one thats been there for like a month. WHO THE FUCK CARES! i put my whole fucking self into work, into everything, i run that store when the dumbass managers are there, and what do i get? nothing! fucking nothing. yeah yeah, you're too young. i'm sorry..how old is tawnee? oh 17, the same age as me. and she was like 16 when she got manager. yeah okay, try another excuse. she had more availability. okay, she could come in an hour earlier than me. ya fuck work. that's it, i know more about that store than fucking some of the managers. and its not just me being conceited saying i should be managers, its all my co-workers that say i should be manager. whatever. whats the fucking point of even trying anymore when im not gonna get anything out of it? there is no fucking point. im so fucking sick and tired of putting my heart into something, and then cry over it when it doesnt pay off. when the store goes to fucking shit, have fun cleaning up the mess. oh and i joked and said, "maybe i should just quit" and the manager flipped and was like, "you weren't serious were you?" nope im not, why? cuz you need me to run that store. it would go to shit without me. fuck you. fuck work. fuck everything, ughhh!
fuck work. fuck it to a million peices. thats fucking fine, promote whoever the fuck you want, fuck the goddamn bastard who's the nest bobby, the next guy to harass all the girls, and the guy who drinks and smokes on the job, the one thats been there for like a month. WHO THE FUCK CARES! i put my whole fucking self into work, into everything, i run that store when the dumbass managers are there, and what do i get? nothing! fucking nothing. yeah yeah, you're too young. i'm sorry..how old is tawnee? oh 17, the same age as me. and she was like 16 when she got manager. yeah okay, try another excuse. she had more availability. okay, she could come in an hour earlier than me. ya fuck work. that's it, i know more about that store than fucking some of the managers. and its not just me being conceited saying i should be managers, its all my co-workers that say i should be manager. whatever. whats the fucking point of even trying anymore when im not gonna get anything out of it? there is no fucking point. im so fucking sick and tired of putting my heart into something, and then cry over it when it doesnt pay off. when the store goes to fucking shit, have fun cleaning up the mess. oh and i joked and said, "maybe i should just quit" and the manager flipped and was like, "you weren't serious were you?" nope im not, why? cuz you need me to run that store. it would go to shit without me. fuck you. fuck work. fuck everything, ughhh!