I'll cut right to the chase:
There was an accident by the Harlem station on the Blue Line. Apparently, some guy laid down on the track as a train pulled up. The guy jumped up, climbed the wall next to the track into the expressway where he got ran over by a car. I didn't see the body itself, but I saw the guy's guts twenty feet away.
I reached a decision: my job sucks and I need to get the FUCK outta here. Immediately. Like right now. Like right fucking now.
The past couple of weeks have been fucking nuts! I'm surprised that I haven't gone postal, grab an AK-47 and start capping motherfuckers. This has got me in a pretty evil-statanic mood as you can tell. I dunno. This job ain't worth the money if I have to see shit like that, not to mention having supervisors and managers constantly on your ass about menial, stupid shit like your uniform. I don't care if I become homeless when I quit my job. It ain't worth the agravation.
aiight I'm done.
Peace
There was an accident by the Harlem station on the Blue Line. Apparently, some guy laid down on the track as a train pulled up. The guy jumped up, climbed the wall next to the track into the expressway where he got ran over by a car. I didn't see the body itself, but I saw the guy's guts twenty feet away.
I reached a decision: my job sucks and I need to get the FUCK outta here. Immediately. Like right now. Like right fucking now.
The past couple of weeks have been fucking nuts! I'm surprised that I haven't gone postal, grab an AK-47 and start capping motherfuckers. This has got me in a pretty evil-statanic mood as you can tell. I dunno. This job ain't worth the money if I have to see shit like that, not to mention having supervisors and managers constantly on your ass about menial, stupid shit like your uniform. I don't care if I become homeless when I quit my job. It ain't worth the agravation.
aiight I'm done.
Peace
brandy:
Yeah...that doesn't sound to healthy...you definatley need to take a break...
