deathtoforls

Just got home from work and what a ballbuster of a night it was. Turns out my "punishment" for being late will be having to work a double shift on a Friday....which means I'll get there at 1:30 pm Friday and stay until 9 am Saturday. Fuck them, I LOVE working doubles...some punishment! And though I wont get paid overtime for the extra shift, I'll still get paid, which is kickass. That's an extra $130, which I could certainly use! So, I got to work last night after not eating anything but 1 yogurt cup in 3 days, and the bastards had gone to Sams again and bought a shitload of junk food for the breakroom. Sux, because I had been doing so well...but then there I was surrounded by coffee cake, miniature candy bars, popcorn, york peppermints, and butter toffee...I stared awestricken, thinking this was a personal vendetta against me after the recent hullabaloo at work and everyone knowing I have an eating disorder. Those asses!!! So, I am starting a petition to put healthy snacks on the Sams list...like fresh veggies, yogurt, hell, even granola bars are healthier than this shit. Are they trying to make us all diabetic fat slobs? I'm pretty frustrated with work lately, I bust my balls to get as much done as I can, only to watch my co-workers sit around eating fucking candy while I run around like a chicken with my head cut off. Last night I walked in on a disaster zone...a full roster of patients, every damn towel or blanket in the clinic was soiled, and dirty food bowls, litterboxes, and surgical instrument packs were spilling forth from the sink. The surgical suite was trashed, and after doing rounds my co-workers just left, not even offering to help clean up the mayhem they created. This coupled with an exploratory surgery that had to be done ASAP, and no one even bothered to start on midnight treatments so I could go straight into surgery. I am sick of the fucking laziness. When I walk in on such a situation, I spend all night trying to catch up, and leave exhausted and resentful. Damn them bitches, damn them to hell. Anyways, my day was pretty sweet prior to all this...got 7 hours of "good" sleep, went to Paleface/Pace Bend with a friend, and got my laundry done. So, I only have to make it through tonight and then I have 2 whole days off to waste as I please, yeehaw! I feel like the little engine that could, repeating the ineffective mantra "I think I can, I think I can." So fuck work...a part of me just wants to leave right now, start driving, and say fuck the world, fuck the clinic, fuck it all. I don't care if I end up in some podunk town in Status Quo, America....as long as I'm not here dealing with this shit. But, seeing as I have -$300 in the bank, and only a half tank of gas, I doubt I'll be traipsing off anytime soon. Well, I'm going to go take a lonnng hot bath, curse my co-workers, and get some sleep. It's a beautiful day, I'd love to be outside enjoying it, but I really need my rest. For all you starwars fans...heres a foray in goofy pseudo starwars goodness:
http://www.storewars.org/flash/index.html