I fucked up at work last night and I really, really don't want to go in today. I tried to talk Zack into calling me out sick so I could stay home and take a bubble bath, but he's all for me being "responsible" and shit.
If nothing else, bad nights at work make me so much more excited about getting my fucking degree. I'm PSYCHED.
If nothing else, bad nights at work make me so much more excited about getting my fucking degree. I'm PSYCHED.
jabroni:
I know exactly how you feel. Responsible...what a bullshit guilt trip word. How come when you've got to do something you don't want, it's being responsible but when you do something that you like, it's screwing off. Well here's my remedy for this situation: I be responsible and go into work, by I go with the attitude "Fuck with me and I'm out the fucking door, dickweeds." It seems to work for me. Good luck and tell Zack he should just do what he's told.