The Maytag guy is in my building servicing the washers and dryers and he gave me a free cycle in the washer. Hooray! That means I can wash pants AND socks today!
GO MAYTAG GUY!
I know I don't really update much lately, but I'm so stressed out because of work that I don't really have anything to say. Every day that I go into work I feel like I'm fucking everything up. And I don't just mean the job. I mean my life. I don't know what I want to do with myself but it certainly isn't this: sitting around on my day off stressing out about whether or not the pies and the muffins are stocked.
IM SO VERY EMO!!1 Sorry. It just sucks because I'd like to leave but I don't know what I'd do if I did. I'm making 10.50 an hour now so I can't really afford to leave unless I find something better.
Things are pretty good apart from all that, though. I got some X-Mas shopping done but I'm so broke that I'm going to have to finish the rest of it late this week. I HATE people who do their shopping last minute because they've been making my life miserable for the last five years. This year I have to be one of them. I guess I better develop a pot belly and then go shuffle around with it hanging out dressed in my fuzzy slippers and robe while I bitch about how the stores are OUT of everything and how can they be OUT a week before Christmas that is just STUPID and anyone who works here is an ASSHOLE and so RUDE besides! JEFF-REY! Get your snotty little ass BACK HERE. I swear to god I'm going to beat the shit out of you! Why didn't anyone TELL ME that having a kid at sixteen was such a horrible idea and WHY THE HELL do eight-year-olds have to run around like little maniacs ANYWAY? Jesus Christ. Maybe if his father paid some CHILD SUPPORT once in a while I could afford to do my Christmas shopping EARLY and then I wouldn't be in this MESS. EVERYTHING IS EVERYONE ELSES FAULT BUT MINE!!
You guys think I'm kidding, right? You should all get jobs at Wal-Mart for six months. You will see some horrific things. Only by "horrific" I mean "disgusting" and by "things" I mean "people".
GO MAYTAG GUY!
I know I don't really update much lately, but I'm so stressed out because of work that I don't really have anything to say. Every day that I go into work I feel like I'm fucking everything up. And I don't just mean the job. I mean my life. I don't know what I want to do with myself but it certainly isn't this: sitting around on my day off stressing out about whether or not the pies and the muffins are stocked.
IM SO VERY EMO!!1 Sorry. It just sucks because I'd like to leave but I don't know what I'd do if I did. I'm making 10.50 an hour now so I can't really afford to leave unless I find something better.
Things are pretty good apart from all that, though. I got some X-Mas shopping done but I'm so broke that I'm going to have to finish the rest of it late this week. I HATE people who do their shopping last minute because they've been making my life miserable for the last five years. This year I have to be one of them. I guess I better develop a pot belly and then go shuffle around with it hanging out dressed in my fuzzy slippers and robe while I bitch about how the stores are OUT of everything and how can they be OUT a week before Christmas that is just STUPID and anyone who works here is an ASSHOLE and so RUDE besides! JEFF-REY! Get your snotty little ass BACK HERE. I swear to god I'm going to beat the shit out of you! Why didn't anyone TELL ME that having a kid at sixteen was such a horrible idea and WHY THE HELL do eight-year-olds have to run around like little maniacs ANYWAY? Jesus Christ. Maybe if his father paid some CHILD SUPPORT once in a while I could afford to do my Christmas shopping EARLY and then I wouldn't be in this MESS. EVERYTHING IS EVERYONE ELSES FAULT BUT MINE!!
You guys think I'm kidding, right? You should all get jobs at Wal-Mart for six months. You will see some horrific things. Only by "horrific" I mean "disgusting" and by "things" I mean "people".
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crispy:
pyrate:
I thought the maytag guy was always bored because he had nothing to do?
