FUUUUUUUCK!
The reason I didn't post a journal last night was because I was fucked by UPS again and forced to stay late. But the truck that came took a whole hour to unload after everyone else left, so I was stuck there until 11:500 at night!
I got home at 12:30 and got to the site to look at the boards and try to do a journal entry, but I started dozing off, so I finally gave up and went to bed at 2:00, figuring I could sleep in and enter the journal before I had to go to work today at 11:00am.
Then the phone rang at 6:30 (Yup, that's a whole whopping 4 1/2 hours of sleep there). Turns out the poor girl working the morning shift today starting gfeeling ill, so I was the lucky one selected to fill in.
I raced over to the store (without even properly cleaning myslef) and worked a good 8 hour shift with nothing in the gas tank.
I took off to get some grub, ate (quickly) and raced to UPS to work the night away again...
Then my tummy started hurting... and making wierd noises... and then it threw up in the wrong direction (you get the idea).
So I had to leave early (which gets me written up) and now I gotta call my doctor tomorrow and se if the meds she just put me on might have some wierd side effects if mixed the wrong way...
That is IF I don't get called in early again.
You know you're jealous.
The reason I didn't post a journal last night was because I was fucked by UPS again and forced to stay late. But the truck that came took a whole hour to unload after everyone else left, so I was stuck there until 11:500 at night!
I got home at 12:30 and got to the site to look at the boards and try to do a journal entry, but I started dozing off, so I finally gave up and went to bed at 2:00, figuring I could sleep in and enter the journal before I had to go to work today at 11:00am.
Then the phone rang at 6:30 (Yup, that's a whole whopping 4 1/2 hours of sleep there). Turns out the poor girl working the morning shift today starting gfeeling ill, so I was the lucky one selected to fill in.
I raced over to the store (without even properly cleaning myslef) and worked a good 8 hour shift with nothing in the gas tank.
I took off to get some grub, ate (quickly) and raced to UPS to work the night away again...
Then my tummy started hurting... and making wierd noises... and then it threw up in the wrong direction (you get the idea).
So I had to leave early (which gets me written up) and now I gotta call my doctor tomorrow and se if the meds she just put me on might have some wierd side effects if mixed the wrong way...
That is IF I don't get called in early again.
You know you're jealous.
Well, sending me that message was a good start. Welcome to SG.
So I see you're "into film making". Does that mean you've actually made your own film? Learned all about the process? Have a dream of someday becoming a producer/director?
Sounds like you need a new job, fella. "I got a job making money for the man. Throwing chicken in a bucket with a soda pop can." It's the bad job blues. Start a business.