Shitty weekend, I suppose.
Pretty unsuccessful garage sale on Sunday hosted by myself and doolittle. Vorbei wasn't there.
Friday was kinda lame, too. I had something of a panic attack when I got to work. I know what you're thinking: How the hell could this incredibly high dose of man I see in this picture have a wussy little panic attack? It baffles me, too (But not too much, because being baffled is for pussies). The root of the whole issue was just college related crap. I'm one of those dudes that needs to have some sort of common goal he's aiming for, and Friday I just started majorly second guessing the goals I had set forth recently for college. It was the first time I ever freaked out to that degree, so it was a bit much. But, it all turned out alright, I guess. At least I got to leave work early, AMIRITE FELLAS?
I don't really recall what I did for most of Saturday... Huh... Well, moving on!
After the garage sale on Sunday, and after staying up the entire night on Saturday thanks to my little buddy that starts with an "A" and ends with a "derall", I went to work feeling exhausted, and sick to my stomach from the large amounts of coffee I drank. Sundays are a day where there's no manager around, so everyone just kind of talks over the cubicles. It's usually pretty cool, and it beats having my ears hurt after 7 hours on the iPod. Anyway, I think everyone there probably thinks i'm clinically insane due to me walking out on Friday because of an anxiety attack, and because of the stupid crap I kept rambling on about at work on Sunday. The fact that I walked in looking like hell after the all-nighter and garage sale that followed didn't help. So instead of being the likeable, down-to-earth new guy, i've suddenly become THE CRAZY GUY! Sweet! I'll bet every time they see me walk in from now on they're going to wonder if I have a bomb strapped to my cock or something equally amusing.
Bomb on cock... What a way to go...
Pretty unsuccessful garage sale on Sunday hosted by myself and doolittle. Vorbei wasn't there.
Friday was kinda lame, too. I had something of a panic attack when I got to work. I know what you're thinking: How the hell could this incredibly high dose of man I see in this picture have a wussy little panic attack? It baffles me, too (But not too much, because being baffled is for pussies). The root of the whole issue was just college related crap. I'm one of those dudes that needs to have some sort of common goal he's aiming for, and Friday I just started majorly second guessing the goals I had set forth recently for college. It was the first time I ever freaked out to that degree, so it was a bit much. But, it all turned out alright, I guess. At least I got to leave work early, AMIRITE FELLAS?
I don't really recall what I did for most of Saturday... Huh... Well, moving on!
After the garage sale on Sunday, and after staying up the entire night on Saturday thanks to my little buddy that starts with an "A" and ends with a "derall", I went to work feeling exhausted, and sick to my stomach from the large amounts of coffee I drank. Sundays are a day where there's no manager around, so everyone just kind of talks over the cubicles. It's usually pretty cool, and it beats having my ears hurt after 7 hours on the iPod. Anyway, I think everyone there probably thinks i'm clinically insane due to me walking out on Friday because of an anxiety attack, and because of the stupid crap I kept rambling on about at work on Sunday. The fact that I walked in looking like hell after the all-nighter and garage sale that followed didn't help. So instead of being the likeable, down-to-earth new guy, i've suddenly become THE CRAZY GUY! Sweet! I'll bet every time they see me walk in from now on they're going to wonder if I have a bomb strapped to my cock or something equally amusing.
Bomb on cock... What a way to go...
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so i take it from the cubical talk you aren't working at blockbuster anymore, when did that happen?