subnatural

Today was supposed to be a good day, a calm day. Today I was planning on going downtown, getting a bite to eat, walking around the city, and maybe sit in a coffeeshop and read a book. Something to get out of my routine, but simple, relaxing.

This was not to be. Before I even got dressed, I got a phone call from work. Apparently, the old woman I work with wasn't feeling well and couldn't finish her shift which was all of 4 hours. So I had to come in and finish the last 2. And why did I do it? Because I'm TOO FUCKING NICE! I come to work on time every time, bust my ass, and for what? To work with slackers and idiots who don't put in half as much effort as me?

Fuck, I need a drink...