Fuck my life....
I'm like 10 motherfucking seconds away from quitting Taco Bell.... I'm so sick and tired of being talked to and treated like a piece of trash. Between them fucking up my check and wondering if I'll have the rent this month, my grandma being ill and going in for surgery in the next couple days, my phone blowing up and costing me a good fuckin $110 bucks out of my emergency funds and wondering if I'll be kicked out of my damn house if I can't get rent in pending there isn't another fuckup on Natron's part.
Now, Natron's fuckup was this. I did 73 hours for the check, they paid me for like 89 hours and change.... 9 hours and change of overtime included. @ my normal rate of $7.30 an hour. Now, this wouldn't bother me so much... however. Now I'm worried that when they decide to take those hours out of my NEXT check, they'll take the hours at my new rate of $7.50 an hour instead of $7.30 totally fucking me out of money. And therefore maybe fucking me out of my house as a result.
Then, my phone's screen blew up, forcing me to get a new one, and they made me sign a new contract with it... there goes even a THOUGHT of changing companies to help out Heather and I's bills.
Fucking Nazi Bell announced that I need to learn all the fucking weights to all the fucking items or I won't get another raise at all... does anyone even realize how much stress this ADDS to my life??? Now, I have to take my fucking work HOME with me to study in the four or five hours I have before I have to take a damn bus back into work.
What sucks is the only thing really standing between me and a license is getting a letter from my damned counselor... and she's taking her sweet ass motherfucking time getting that to me...
Now I have all of this fucking stress between Grandma, my checks, stupid fucking pregnant whores who want to get involved in my personal life, and various other factors. I'm on the verge of quitting as it is. Then we throw in other people talking to me like I'm a piece of fucking shit then wondering why I lash out as a result. Now, if people would just come up and calmly talk to me and find out what is going on, then there wouldn't be a problem, however, I don't and haven't ever taken very well to being spoken to like I'm shit and I'm on the verge of cutting my losses.
I just want to go to sleep...
I can't take it anymore...
Everyone has there breaking point...
I just want to fucking be dead....
Now, Natron's fuckup was this. I did 73 hours for the check, they paid me for like 89 hours and change.... 9 hours and change of overtime included. @ my normal rate of $7.30 an hour. Now, this wouldn't bother me so much... however. Now I'm worried that when they decide to take those hours out of my NEXT check, they'll take the hours at my new rate of $7.50 an hour instead of $7.30 totally fucking me out of money. And therefore maybe fucking me out of my house as a result.
Then, my phone's screen blew up, forcing me to get a new one, and they made me sign a new contract with it... there goes even a THOUGHT of changing companies to help out Heather and I's bills.
Fucking Nazi Bell announced that I need to learn all the fucking weights to all the fucking items or I won't get another raise at all... does anyone even realize how much stress this ADDS to my life??? Now, I have to take my fucking work HOME with me to study in the four or five hours I have before I have to take a damn bus back into work.
What sucks is the only thing really standing between me and a license is getting a letter from my damned counselor... and she's taking her sweet ass motherfucking time getting that to me...
Now I have all of this fucking stress between Grandma, my checks, stupid fucking pregnant whores who want to get involved in my personal life, and various other factors. I'm on the verge of quitting as it is. Then we throw in other people talking to me like I'm a piece of fucking shit then wondering why I lash out as a result. Now, if people would just come up and calmly talk to me and find out what is going on, then there wouldn't be a problem, however, I don't and haven't ever taken very well to being spoken to like I'm shit and I'm on the verge of cutting my losses.
I just want to go to sleep...
I can't take it anymore...
Everyone has there breaking point...
I just want to fucking be dead....