so i've been financially manipulated this week. last friday, i get back to the shop early, cuz there was nothing to do. they ask me to go to douglasville from winder (5 hour trip in friday traffic on the northside perimeter), and i say NO. i say no because its friday and my lil bro is coming up from college and i can't leave him at my house alone for 3 hours. its cold, and im not gonna do that to my lil bro. so i say no.
so i get to work on monday, and i don't have a route. and i am told (for the first time in the history of my company) to clock out. i ask to stay till lunch. they say no. i say fuck it and go home. i am pissed.
the next day i come to work and do my route. im done and get back and am about to clock out. "hey, you wanna make up those hours you missed yesterday?" no, i don't but you know i have to, because rent is due soon and its christmas, you fuckers. so i do it. and i get home at around 8. (i get up to go to work at 5.30.
fuckers.
needless to say, i've been really tired for the last two days. but it doesn't bother me much. the tired part does, i guess. but there are people that have it alot worse than me. i know that. i could be working fast food. genetics is a bitch. and i've had the good end of that lead pipe for a while now...
the party saturday night was a great experience. more than anything, it was great because so many people were so generous with what they brought. we organized a party, and all of these internet strangers brought and brought and brought. it was really cool. also, everyone was really laid back and nice and all smiles (except for marlowe, who had just gotten off work, so that's understandable...
people danced, people made out, people took 3923509238908 shots. it was fucking awesome. hopefully we can have another shindig like that at our house soon. it was a good one.
apologies to those whom i was unable to be hospitible as i should have been. i was wasted early (12), and after that, couldnt really live up to my duties. hopefully, boychucker and spaghetti did their jobs like i shoulda.
anyways...i'm gonna finish watching sopranos reruns and drinking beer before passing out now. please email me if you left anything at my house you need back (dishes, food, coolers, etc) (THE LIQUOR IS MINE!!!!!!! MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!)
*how was your weekend. if you were at the party, tell me one thing from one conversation you remember about me, please.
so i get to work on monday, and i don't have a route. and i am told (for the first time in the history of my company) to clock out. i ask to stay till lunch. they say no. i say fuck it and go home. i am pissed.
the next day i come to work and do my route. im done and get back and am about to clock out. "hey, you wanna make up those hours you missed yesterday?" no, i don't but you know i have to, because rent is due soon and its christmas, you fuckers. so i do it. and i get home at around 8. (i get up to go to work at 5.30.
fuckers.
needless to say, i've been really tired for the last two days. but it doesn't bother me much. the tired part does, i guess. but there are people that have it alot worse than me. i know that. i could be working fast food. genetics is a bitch. and i've had the good end of that lead pipe for a while now...
the party saturday night was a great experience. more than anything, it was great because so many people were so generous with what they brought. we organized a party, and all of these internet strangers brought and brought and brought. it was really cool. also, everyone was really laid back and nice and all smiles (except for marlowe, who had just gotten off work, so that's understandable...
people danced, people made out, people took 3923509238908 shots. it was fucking awesome. hopefully we can have another shindig like that at our house soon. it was a good one.
apologies to those whom i was unable to be hospitible as i should have been. i was wasted early (12), and after that, couldnt really live up to my duties. hopefully, boychucker and spaghetti did their jobs like i shoulda.
anyways...i'm gonna finish watching sopranos reruns and drinking beer before passing out now. please email me if you left anything at my house you need back (dishes, food, coolers, etc) (THE LIQUOR IS MINE!!!!!!! MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!)
*how was your weekend. if you were at the party, tell me one thing from one conversation you remember about me, please.
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you'll find a job you love soon...
hopefully me too...hehe
now i've signed your journal. so ha!