I hate my job
My job sucks really bad. If you work in a restaurant and you can pass a drug test, you're a fucking moron. GET OUT OF THERE. Every time I decide not to go along with their "fluid schedule" meaning that they tell me when to come in and when to leave, regardless of my other obligations or wishes, they try to make the most wonderful thing to ever happen in my life, the birth of my daughter, into a shackle to chain me to a fucking deep fryer. I hate smelling like goddamn chicken, I would rather wade in shit everyday than to cook any more chicken. I hate fat people so much that it makes me want to puke. I bought a home drug test kit today and I'm going to take it this evening, and if I pass it, I'm going to apply for a job with one of those good union construction companies. Fuck kitchen work in it's kitcheney fucking neck!! oh, and have a nice day.