I hate today. I'm just in one of those pissy moods where everything and everyone pisses me off.
First of all, I made sure that I had work off tomorrow and Saturday morning b/c I was planning on going to the Atmosphere show in Baltimore. And I had been planning on this for weeks, and figured my friend in DC would join me because I'm not about to drive to Balt. and back, ALONE, to see a show. Even if I am in love with Slug and want to have his babies. And I'm not having any babies, so that's saying a lot. Anyway, My friend emails me and asks why I'm not going to the show Saturday night in DC. WTF? I sware that show wasn't on the list when I looked it up months ago. Why I always gotta be on the ball with that shit? If I had waited until last week to check it out, I would have seen that they had added a show to their schedule that was closer to me since no one cool like Atmosphere would play this rinky dink 'city' who doesn't know a damn about good hip hop. Well, turns out. I can't go to either. No one to go with tomorrow, and no one to take my shift at work for Saturday. G-O-D-D-A-M-N. So, while I'm stuck here, broke, pissed, and having to go to fucking chopstix to see fucking DJ's that use the same 3 scratches they've been using for the last 5 years I've seen them in fucking Blacksburg-all my friends are going out of town to get free tickets to shows and have fun because they don't have to work. Like seriously! My roomates going to Baltimore, but wouldn't be caught dead at an Atmosphere show, even though he has more to say in his pinky finger than the whole 'punk' scene has all together. So you can see why I'm pissed. And it's cold. And I feel fat. And my nose is clogged. And I still have this damn wheezing cough. And half my pay check is spent even though I won't have it deposited for another hour.
I need a better job. Dont' get me wrong, I love working at record stores and making fun of people as I put them on hold to answer their dumbass questions about shitty wig-neck rap songs (check out MC Wyte...shitty, but dope). But I need a better job. A better PAYING job. I need a new car. I need to join a gym. I need to be able to buy canvas and paint, and afford to get prints made. I NEED MORE TATTOOS AND PIERCINGS. I need to not feel like I'm getting stuck in a rut making shitty pay while my degree sits in a box somewhere unframed. There is so much I could do, I dont even know where to start. I just need a good chance at doing something great.
I need change.
First of all, I made sure that I had work off tomorrow and Saturday morning b/c I was planning on going to the Atmosphere show in Baltimore. And I had been planning on this for weeks, and figured my friend in DC would join me because I'm not about to drive to Balt. and back, ALONE, to see a show. Even if I am in love with Slug and want to have his babies. And I'm not having any babies, so that's saying a lot. Anyway, My friend emails me and asks why I'm not going to the show Saturday night in DC. WTF? I sware that show wasn't on the list when I looked it up months ago. Why I always gotta be on the ball with that shit? If I had waited until last week to check it out, I would have seen that they had added a show to their schedule that was closer to me since no one cool like Atmosphere would play this rinky dink 'city' who doesn't know a damn about good hip hop. Well, turns out. I can't go to either. No one to go with tomorrow, and no one to take my shift at work for Saturday. G-O-D-D-A-M-N. So, while I'm stuck here, broke, pissed, and having to go to fucking chopstix to see fucking DJ's that use the same 3 scratches they've been using for the last 5 years I've seen them in fucking Blacksburg-all my friends are going out of town to get free tickets to shows and have fun because they don't have to work. Like seriously! My roomates going to Baltimore, but wouldn't be caught dead at an Atmosphere show, even though he has more to say in his pinky finger than the whole 'punk' scene has all together. So you can see why I'm pissed. And it's cold. And I feel fat. And my nose is clogged. And I still have this damn wheezing cough. And half my pay check is spent even though I won't have it deposited for another hour.
I need a better job. Dont' get me wrong, I love working at record stores and making fun of people as I put them on hold to answer their dumbass questions about shitty wig-neck rap songs (check out MC Wyte...shitty, but dope). But I need a better job. A better PAYING job. I need a new car. I need to join a gym. I need to be able to buy canvas and paint, and afford to get prints made. I NEED MORE TATTOOS AND PIERCINGS. I need to not feel like I'm getting stuck in a rut making shitty pay while my degree sits in a box somewhere unframed. There is so much I could do, I dont even know where to start. I just need a good chance at doing something great.
I need change.
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landminespring:
Work is utterly depressing. Quoting Raoul Vaneigem, "The tripalium is an instrument of torture. The Latin word labor means "suffering". We are unwise to forget this origin of the words "travail" and "labour"."
sickboy1945:
I am looking for a part time job just to afford paints, canvas, stretcher bars, etc. it sucks. become an electrician. in 4 years you can make $25 an hour. if you get your masters, you can open your own business. you would make $65/hr for working mon-fri between 8 and 4 after or before those hours you can make $97.50 an hour. sundays you can charge for double time. the best part is that you wouldnt have to even work 40 hours a week to make a great living.