I really need to cheer the fuck up!
About the job. You know, the call center thingy. Where tell told me to leave. I never liked that gig. Then again, I never liked any gig I had. Call it commitment-phobia. Call it laziness. But it's a trend.
Maybe there's something up there that's trying to tell me something. Follow my dreams? Don't be so anti-social? I dunno.
But I do know that the company is going through some shit right now. The person that hired got fired. Couple of the higher-ups got demoted and quite a few agents were fired for make calls. Yeah, shit's getting real.
As I'm typing these, I can't help but to think: why me? Not in sappy, woe-is-me way, but more concrete. Every time I get a new lease on life, and I'm on my way to achieve my goals, SOMETHING always, from ringworm, to shystie-ass supervisors, to goddamn car repair fuck things up. This is starting to obliterate my optimism and reduce me to a puddle of melancholy.
*fuck* this is getting tiresome.
About the job. You know, the call center thingy. Where tell told me to leave. I never liked that gig. Then again, I never liked any gig I had. Call it commitment-phobia. Call it laziness. But it's a trend.
Maybe there's something up there that's trying to tell me something. Follow my dreams? Don't be so anti-social? I dunno.
But I do know that the company is going through some shit right now. The person that hired got fired. Couple of the higher-ups got demoted and quite a few agents were fired for make calls. Yeah, shit's getting real.
As I'm typing these, I can't help but to think: why me? Not in sappy, woe-is-me way, but more concrete. Every time I get a new lease on life, and I'm on my way to achieve my goals, SOMETHING always, from ringworm, to shystie-ass supervisors, to goddamn car repair fuck things up. This is starting to obliterate my optimism and reduce me to a puddle of melancholy.
*fuck* this is getting tiresome.
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