cogito_sum

I hate my job. Today they call me in so I can work an extra two hours on my shift. Why don't they fucking just schedule me for a full eight hours? Today they had me doing everything for this damn company. Do the registers, push the re-shops, get the cards, pull from the backroom, push to the sales floor. I complain, "people aren't doing their fair share" they don't understand this, all day the bosses sit in their fucking offices scratching their asses and wondering which family member they can hire into lead position, while here I am, work 5 years, gone to my full capacity then ignored. One boss gave me a coupon for a free lunch today, I wanted to take that coupon and shove it down her damn throat. But she's pretty big, like a blimp, and I'm afraid she'd swallow my whole arm along with that coupon. I didn't use the coupon on myself, I bought my friend lunch.

I finally called a friend I haven't seen in a while. I'm happy to hear from her again. I should be happier, I don't know why I'm not.

I notice a phrase when I logged onto this site. "Everyday, three things happen." I'm pretty sure I've butchered it though. But, society has an infatuation with things that happen in threes. Essays, intro, body, conclusion. Baseball, 1, 2,3 strikes or 1st, 2nd, 3rd. The courts, supreme, judicial, civic. My favorite would be sex I guess, oral, vaginal, anal. I think it's called the hat trick.

I write too much