Maybe now you'll know why I've been gone.
It’s been a ridiculously exhausting week. I haven’t even had time for a proper update.
Let me just start off by saying that John Bonzo (of Bonzo’s) is quite possibly the frightening man I’ve ever met in my life. He was violently chopping ice off of the pizza counter whilst was making this distorted face with his terrifying teeth and I kept feeling like it was the last thing I was ever going to see before I die.
I get screamed and cursed at pretty much every hour, on the hour. My integrity, self esteem and mental capabilities are doubted and insulted every minute of the day and I keep returning to the numbers on my paycheck to conjure up that last strand of hope for the end of the night.
I feel like a mental case because I’ve come home crying to Gary the last three nights in a row.
In addition to my destructive work schedule, I spent four and a half hours listening to father time preach on about important things like Kentucky Fried Chicken and Jacksonville at my PBCC orientation today.
THE ONLY useful information I obtained was that I got AFTER the fucking orientation.
All day I’ve really just wanted to commit Hara Kiri with the nearest available sharp object, whether it be a pen, pizza cutter, you name it.
Unfortunately, I realized how rude it would be to eviscerate myself in front of all the other students/customers.
Whatever.
I’m going to wash the evil, unmistakable scent of pizza of my skin and hang out with Jack and Gary for the rest of the night.
Jack Daniels, that is.
Thanks Bonzo’s for contributing to my debilitating alcoholism!
Shark week is the only thing that is keeping me sane, ATM.
Let me just start off by saying that John Bonzo (of Bonzo’s) is quite possibly the frightening man I’ve ever met in my life. He was violently chopping ice off of the pizza counter whilst was making this distorted face with his terrifying teeth and I kept feeling like it was the last thing I was ever going to see before I die.
I get screamed and cursed at pretty much every hour, on the hour. My integrity, self esteem and mental capabilities are doubted and insulted every minute of the day and I keep returning to the numbers on my paycheck to conjure up that last strand of hope for the end of the night.
I feel like a mental case because I’ve come home crying to Gary the last three nights in a row.
In addition to my destructive work schedule, I spent four and a half hours listening to father time preach on about important things like Kentucky Fried Chicken and Jacksonville at my PBCC orientation today.
THE ONLY useful information I obtained was that I got AFTER the fucking orientation.
All day I’ve really just wanted to commit Hara Kiri with the nearest available sharp object, whether it be a pen, pizza cutter, you name it.
Unfortunately, I realized how rude it would be to eviscerate myself in front of all the other students/customers.
Whatever.
I’m going to wash the evil, unmistakable scent of pizza of my skin and hang out with Jack and Gary for the rest of the night.
Jack Daniels, that is.
Thanks Bonzo’s for contributing to my debilitating alcoholism!
Shark week is the only thing that is keeping me sane, ATM.