moggie

Another day, another madness. I need to stop taking extra shifts. My automatic response to "Do you want to work..." is "YES!". I love my work and I don't think I'm feeling burnt out yet. Hell I hate taking breaks on this job... sitting there in a room waiting to work is not my idea of fun. Maybe I am starting to burn out. I'm getting short with my bludger room mates. I hope they can get a job soon so they can pay some of the bills, they already owe me over a $1000... well failing that I could always leave and take everything with me. I'm so sick of being their taxi too. You take them somewhere and they're like "I can't do this" and then I'm like "have you even asked if you could try something else?" and they give some response which sounds like "No makes me give up on life". I have pleasant images of myself breaking my cup of tea on the bench and stabbing them repeatedly in the face or dressing up in crusader gear, swinging my Sir William Marshall sword around in a bloody frenzy and then dragging the carcass' out on pick up day. Ahhhhh, violence eases my frustration. Luckily I'm still saving money to go see my beautiful woman from the other side of the world. The moment I feel like my room mates are holding me back from doing that is when violence will ensue. I should buy that sword as a constant reminder of my emergency plan. Hmmmm, maybe that'll motivate them if I sit on my throne in crusader gear with a sword in my hand making them apply for jobs... just for one hour... I'm not completely insane. Anyway, back to double shifts and pleasant people.