yelled at my supervisor again today, fuck ups and all their fuckups.
though i can't whine too much, now apparently they have a phys.therapy room and practitioner on site(!), a girl named val who looks just like patricia arquette, down to the overbite and slutty schoolgirlishness.
she wants me to come back - i didn't have the heart to tell her i've already given notice.
a year in a factory - i keep reminding myself about bukowski and all the working class heroes, but you know i'd rather be working on my superpowers.
keeping your mouth shut and being a good little bee is not a superpower, no matter how much self-control and super-strength it requires.
though i can't whine too much, now apparently they have a phys.therapy room and practitioner on site(!), a girl named val who looks just like patricia arquette, down to the overbite and slutty schoolgirlishness.
she wants me to come back - i didn't have the heart to tell her i've already given notice.
a year in a factory - i keep reminding myself about bukowski and all the working class heroes, but you know i'd rather be working on my superpowers.
keeping your mouth shut and being a good little bee is not a superpower, no matter how much self-control and super-strength it requires.
come back?
wtf?