Before I start my ranting and raving, I'd like to say thank you to everyone who wished me a happy b-day. It seriously means a lot to know that someone, anyone even cares just a little to write. 
Thank you
Now after about 4 years of this shit job full of mind dulling useless bull shit, pretty smiles and fake words, and nothing to show except a 75 cent raise total, I would like to start my ranting and raving and give a big FUCK YOU to all of the "big wigs" and shitty managers I've had to deal with...
Apparently Im not committed enough and dont have enough initiative How the fuck can I get ahead if I cant even get started? Im smarter and faster than everyone else there. But I guess brains dont make a god damn difference. Its all about looks, its always about looks. I dont look the part; I dont follow rules. IM NOT A FUCKING FOLLOWER IM A LEADER!!! You know back in high school my teachers always told me I was going somewhere and was going to make a difference. Now I just feel like Im stuck and going down hill. What happened to the old me that felt like there was so much out there to look forward to and so much to become and get done? I guess Ive seen it all and done almost everything. Maybe Im just jaded?
JADED: Wearied, spiritless and fatigued. Sated, dulled as by surfeit.
I didnt know exactly what that meant until I just looked it up in my tattered journal. And I dont have Initiative. BULLSHIT!!! If I dont have initiative why do and did I bother to get straight As in school? Why do I bother to do anything that I do???
So back to the corporation and not looking the part. They tell me to take out my piercing, I do, but only in front of the big wigs. Not one single customer has complained, why the fuck does it matter if the customers dont give a fuck? This isnt the 20s anymore. I have colored hair, not one small thing mentioned about that. I have weird hair cuts, so Im fucking creative and I dont want to be just plain Jane bull shit. No I dont dress like your daughter in her preppy ass ho clothes. I have my own style, and it doesnt make a fucking difference (except in negative ways it seems). I dont wear you fucking hot topic clothing, or your overpriced Gucci Abercrombie and Fitch bull shit. (you know Abercrombie is in the MIcrosoft Word spell check dictionary, WTF!!!)
Too smart for my own good? Definitely not a rocket scientist, but I catch on fucking fast as hell and Im not fucking dense as a rock. Too fucking smart for that place, just wait until Im the inventor of something that will one day save his shitty, useless excuse for a life. Just wait and see
FUCK YOU MOTHER FUCKER
I QUIT!!!!!
If you didn't like this entry go back to your fucking drone life. I DON'T FUCKING CARE ANYMORE.
oh, yeah and Vegas was awesome, pics to come soon.
Thank you
Now after about 4 years of this shit job full of mind dulling useless bull shit, pretty smiles and fake words, and nothing to show except a 75 cent raise total, I would like to start my ranting and raving and give a big FUCK YOU to all of the "big wigs" and shitty managers I've had to deal with...
Apparently Im not committed enough and dont have enough initiative How the fuck can I get ahead if I cant even get started? Im smarter and faster than everyone else there. But I guess brains dont make a god damn difference. Its all about looks, its always about looks. I dont look the part; I dont follow rules. IM NOT A FUCKING FOLLOWER IM A LEADER!!! You know back in high school my teachers always told me I was going somewhere and was going to make a difference. Now I just feel like Im stuck and going down hill. What happened to the old me that felt like there was so much out there to look forward to and so much to become and get done? I guess Ive seen it all and done almost everything. Maybe Im just jaded?
JADED: Wearied, spiritless and fatigued. Sated, dulled as by surfeit.
I didnt know exactly what that meant until I just looked it up in my tattered journal. And I dont have Initiative. BULLSHIT!!! If I dont have initiative why do and did I bother to get straight As in school? Why do I bother to do anything that I do???
So back to the corporation and not looking the part. They tell me to take out my piercing, I do, but only in front of the big wigs. Not one single customer has complained, why the fuck does it matter if the customers dont give a fuck? This isnt the 20s anymore. I have colored hair, not one small thing mentioned about that. I have weird hair cuts, so Im fucking creative and I dont want to be just plain Jane bull shit. No I dont dress like your daughter in her preppy ass ho clothes. I have my own style, and it doesnt make a fucking difference (except in negative ways it seems). I dont wear you fucking hot topic clothing, or your overpriced Gucci Abercrombie and Fitch bull shit. (you know Abercrombie is in the MIcrosoft Word spell check dictionary, WTF!!!)
Too smart for my own good? Definitely not a rocket scientist, but I catch on fucking fast as hell and Im not fucking dense as a rock. Too fucking smart for that place, just wait until Im the inventor of something that will one day save his shitty, useless excuse for a life. Just wait and see
FUCK YOU MOTHER FUCKER
I QUIT!!!!!
If you didn't like this entry go back to your fucking drone life. I DON'T FUCKING CARE ANYMORE.
oh, yeah and Vegas was awesome, pics to come soon.
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goddessasha:
<<hugs>> Glad you quite, you can find better and be treated better. My husband is going through the exact same thing I wish he would quite. You have a lot going for you stand up for what you believe in and move to a city that isn't so up tight 
lottie:
ZERO!!!! Come live with me!!!! But really, I was just fed up with it there... I got in too much trouble. I'd been camping for 2 months (yes camping) in junction creek cuz my roomies and I didn't have much else to do till school got out. And then they all left, one by one, back to their homes. I had nowhere to go, so I loaded up my tent in my trunk along with some other crap and toured around for a while. I knew i liked the NW, cuz I came up here on spring break. And here I am 3 years later, happy as a lark!!!! I love where I live... There's only about 5 fucks that I wish would get hit by a bus, but eh, I think I can out last them, and then I could say things are pretty well perfect here! Do you know a girl named Ember? If so, email me... she used to be my best friend! I've been trying to get her up here since I got here! Really though, if you wanna come check things out, let me know... and maybe me n bonneville can make it down toward the end of summer or sumthin.