paulsandman

Fuckin Dammit all I had a nice positive journal all planned for this week Things are going good I landed a new job nothing fantastic but its in the college and I get better pay and lighter hours. Yes for once my flame burned cheerfully but now it burns angry red. I came into work today this being my last week at my old shitty job and I was upstairs looking to put on my work shirts but none are anywhere do be found. I quiz the manager and find out another person in the kitchen had been "cleaning" up there. Well this son of a bitch through out my shirt and my work shoes. When I asked him nicely about it he just basically mouthed off claiming to do but still mouthing off. If I hadn't walked away I think I'd still be beating on him. Maybe I'm overacting, maybe I shouldn't have taken his tool box and left a note saying until he pays for my shit he won't get it back, maybe no definately I'm sick of lazy management. Thats not the point anyways I never really needed managment to fight my battles for me never would.

One person I talked to suggested it might just be a joke since Sunday is my last day. If so its a piss poor joke and not funny, I don't like my stuff being fucked with. Honestly I'm sorry to say it but I believe its a sour grapes type thing. I always the odd one at work I never associated with really any of them except for a few outside of work and didn't want to. None of them ever really knew what to make of me except some freak which is fine I am a freak I accept that and take comfort in that fact. They couldn't accept it though my work its sad to say is a haven for losers and whatever that I just basically outgrew and they never accepted that I was just a bit more intelligent than them, a bit more industrious, and am now going off to a better job with better pay. Over analysation on my part? Or Sour grapes on their part you tell me.