omaru

first day back at work and I'm already contemplating suicide in the near future.

I will never be as fast or as accurate as they want me to be, the only thing that stops them firing me is probably the fact I already have a contract and there's too much paperwork involved.

Work is bedlam at the moment, every day I'm working through lunch and leaving an hour later, and I'm not claiming the overtime because I can't meet 'their standards' in terms of productivity.

I've just come back in the shitteiest of moods and my mother asked me what I wanted to eat
Me: "whatever you want, I don't care, give me anything"
Her: "We haven't got any chips, I suppose I could do potatos"
Me: "fries, wedges, even the rostis I dont care"
Her "I don#t like those fries, we could have potatos and faggots"
Me "I really dont care, I'll eat whatever you cook, if shit were an option I'd eat it"

She then walks out and says "no wonder my blood pressures' up"

Really though, what part of me not giving a fuck what cheapo supermarket brand of intoxication, gristle and fat does she not understand? Yes there are people with worse lives than me, but I don't live their life, I live my life, its shit enough and unhappy enough and theres fuck all anyone can say to improve my narrow minded self importance and literally nothing anyone can do to improve my life either, if you can't improve on shit, don't you tend to demolish it?