ENOUGH. I can't take any more shit.
NONE. FUCK OFF.
I can't even justify my full-time job. The worst part is, most of the people that want me to stay, can't justify my staying either. FUCK THIS. FUCK THIS. FUCK THIS. FUCK THIS. FUCKTHIS. FUCK THIS. FUCK THIS. FUCK THIS. FUCK THIS.
I avoided seeing one of my closest friends (other than Jenn) just because I didn't want any more shit today. That's pretty goddamn sad. And look what I get. I go back to the job that I want to make full-time, and all I get are text messages from the last person I need stress from.
I can't begin to tell the story about work. I don't have the energy anymore. I have been working eight shifts a week, and trying to cover 2-3 shifts at a bar just to pay myfucking bills. My bank account is over-drawn, and I just got my cable turned back on. And all I get is shit on at my main job.
I don't think there is enough liquor in the world to drown my sorrows right now. I can't even make rent, YET. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.
Enough already. How much more do I need/deserve? Ididn't think that my karma was that backed up...
RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
I just want to tear shit up. I want to rebel against every lame ass bitch that lives at home and can work 3 shifts a week. I want to punch people in the nose that prevent me from making my NEXT shift, the one where I work till 3am. I want to shoot every whale that beaches itself. Every dumb fucker that gives up, while I kill myself working no less than 11 shifts a week. YOU CAN ALL GO TO HELL.
Ok, I guess I'm done.
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Sadly enough, I am not pissed enough to leave that damn entry un-edited.
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Update:
Quit Saltimboccas today. The owner completely lost it and started cussing me out in front of the staff.
I was glad other servers were there to see him blow his stack. He didn't even let me finish my sentence. Then he threw me out of the restaraunt, lol.
NONE. FUCK OFF.
I can't even justify my full-time job. The worst part is, most of the people that want me to stay, can't justify my staying either. FUCK THIS. FUCK THIS. FUCK THIS. FUCK THIS. FUCKTHIS. FUCK THIS. FUCK THIS. FUCK THIS. FUCK THIS.
I avoided seeing one of my closest friends (other than Jenn) just because I didn't want any more shit today. That's pretty goddamn sad. And look what I get. I go back to the job that I want to make full-time, and all I get are text messages from the last person I need stress from.
I can't begin to tell the story about work. I don't have the energy anymore. I have been working eight shifts a week, and trying to cover 2-3 shifts at a bar just to pay myfucking bills. My bank account is over-drawn, and I just got my cable turned back on. And all I get is shit on at my main job.
I don't think there is enough liquor in the world to drown my sorrows right now. I can't even make rent, YET. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.
Enough already. How much more do I need/deserve? Ididn't think that my karma was that backed up...
RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
I just want to tear shit up. I want to rebel against every lame ass bitch that lives at home and can work 3 shifts a week. I want to punch people in the nose that prevent me from making my NEXT shift, the one where I work till 3am. I want to shoot every whale that beaches itself. Every dumb fucker that gives up, while I kill myself working no less than 11 shifts a week. YOU CAN ALL GO TO HELL.
Ok, I guess I'm done.
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Sadly enough, I am not pissed enough to leave that damn entry un-edited.
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Update:
Quit Saltimboccas today. The owner completely lost it and started cussing me out in front of the staff.
I was glad other servers were there to see him blow his stack. He didn't even let me finish my sentence. Then he threw me out of the restaraunt, lol.
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12-16, sometimes longer shifts...
I don't live at home though...at least not with parents if that is what you mean by that.