creative_slacker

My job is draining me. Last night, I took part in a shouting match with a coworker. She frustrated me to the point that I had to scream for her to hear me. It was ugly. Im exhausted. This job, this town, this black cloud is changing me into a person I dont even want to be around. Ive seen almost everyone of my coworkers crack under the stress at work. Its just food but why do people make a big damn deal about it. Im tried of begging the kitchen for extra dressing. They act like I want it. NO, someone at the table wants it, not I. I am the medium, I am the referee, I am the person that will verbally wrestle with the kitchen staff for the things you want to eat. Im so tired. Maybe the kitchen people dont make a stellar hourly wage maybe theyre tired of dealing with stupid waiters, but if Im polite and will nicely beg for shit customers need, then what is the problem? I suppose the problem is that I cant deal with it anymore. (I am reminded of a loony-toons cartoon a black cat decides he hates people, so he shoots himself on a rocket to the moon. He finds crazy weird-ass aliens trampling all over him. He then gets back to earth and decides that people are less awful than moon creatures. I am the cat, I guess I need to run into something worse than ignorant people.)


In other news, Im thinking of throwing this into a plot somewhere:

What is this? He read the writing on her thigh. The poetics of dying art?
Heaving a cement heavy sigh, she was reluctant to explain. I sometimes write on my skin with a sharpie. Things I want to remember for a moment before I wash them away forever. I suppose it means I am someones creation. I am living art continually dying. We all are; minutes gone, moments lost. The rhythm of life slowly fading is like that of a poem.
He traced his finger along the words and then kissed them gently. Deep.
I should go. She revealed more than she wished to. Private words meant for an audience of one, now shared with her part time lover. Her walls were constructed over years. He had accidentally found a crack to peer inside her soul.
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okay, I was searching for cheesy journal stuff, and this made me laugh!