pip

What say? I don't know. It has not been a really good week. One disappointment after another. A reminder of all the things I've yet to overcome. A reminder of of where am I and what I've become. Just not good news at work. You see I really do suck at my job. That's the bottom line and no matter what I try to say otherwise but the reality is just that. So it's time to find a new job. To try to dreg up whatever is life of my professional self-esteem and move on. Time to finally et out of the life sucking vacuum that is retail. And yes I have said this before, but never have I had the budgetary nor the prosessional pressures upon like I do now. Translation: I got no money for bills and my job performance is not only not going to get me the type of raise/promotion I need and in fact has me on the road of getting rid of me. So basically I am fucking desperate. Oh and on top of it as soon as I give my notice I know they'll pull the vacation stunt of "Philip you haven't actually worked 6 months this year so we are going to have to dock your pay for the vacation time you took." But whatever.

On a happier note anyone still wanting valentines should speak up. Seriously you should take me up on this offer.

On an even happier note 14 fucking days, until I get 7 fucking days in Hawaii with a girl I haven't annoyed the hell out of yet.