scarlettpunk

God, I HATE contractors. They come into my work and create chaos and want it their way, or NO WAY, and they just treat the rest of us employees like SHIT! They're the equivilant of the ultimate crabby old person. Yesterday was not a fun day at work. By the end of the day I wanted to invest in some of those "HULK SMASH" gloves, and beat the shit out of something. I was PISSED.

Everyone who's going to Hell City this weekend, HAVE FUN! I won't be going, because I am a broke ass, and I'm scheduled to work all weekend like usual.

Damn this economy and it's lack of open possibilities. I just want a 9-5 desk job. Give me my cubicle and let me be. I seriously won't complain, or go all Office Space on you. I grew up on cyber home-schooling from 8th grade on, so I'm SOOOO much more use to it, than being yelled at by customers who were unhappy because they picked the wrong color for their front door.
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I cut my hair last night. It's a tad bit shorter than what I wanted it to be, but I don't care. That's scary. I remember years ago when my hair was to my ass, if ANYONE were to take more than 6 inches off I would be in tears.

I'm a weirdo, but I think SG has given me some hair-cut courage to not give a shit. :\ lol

Well, I'm out. I'm going shopping for dress for my birthday in July.

Ta!