Tuesday Aug 02, 2005 Aug 2, 2005 0 Facebook Tweet Email When I am at my stupid job and I tell the customers to "have a nice evening..." I don't mean it. VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS black_tar_heroin: oh my god dude... my job sucks... BOB is so pissed at me... like today... i told my mom i was going to try to find a new job.... bob has loyalty... towards jobs and he was bitching that so far i have borred 10,000 from him this year... so when i came home on break.. dad was like Michael you need to stay at this job and try to make friends.. i was like BOB i am going to get a new job and try to find something i like... and then we straight up yelled at each other... ending with my dad calling himself stupid and how he should kill himself. so i left... fucking last week... all 8 days 9 to 10 hour shifts and if i dont run... they fucking yell at me.... fucking twinks... i swear to god they all suck... evidently.... the psych test.... i am the only weird fucker that passed... i have the day off tommorow... and my friend robby is going to try to get me a job as being a cook... robby is cool and the job is chill... i miss Jimmy and Rick a lot... at harris teater ... i am the Jimmy... i said Dude i use to work really hard dude.. bah.... did you read the clint interview? i wrote beaver patrol... natalie and i are fighting xxx.... err..... she keeps writing me drunk saying she likes me... and her boyfriend caught her.. and she blamed it on me... fun huh? Aug 6, 2005 black_tar_heroin: are you on aim???? Aug 6, 2005
my job sucks...
BOB is so pissed at me...
like today...
i told my mom i was going to try to find a new job....
bob has loyalty...
towards jobs and he was bitching that so far i have borred 10,000 from him this year...
so when i came home on break..
dad was like Michael you need to stay at this job and try to make friends..
i was like BOB i am going to get a new job and try to find something i like...
and then we straight up yelled at each other...
ending with my dad calling himself stupid and how he should kill himself.
so i left...
fucking last week... all 8 days 9 to 10 hour shifts and if i dont run... they fucking yell at me....
fucking twinks...
i swear to god they all suck...
evidently.... the psych test.... i am the only weird fucker that passed...
i have the day off tommorow...
and my friend robby is going to try to get me a job as being a cook...
robby is cool and the job is chill...
i miss Jimmy and Rick a lot...
at harris teater ... i am the Jimmy...
i said Dude i use to work really hard dude..
bah.... did you read the clint interview?
i wrote beaver patrol...
natalie and i are fighting xxx....
err.....
she keeps writing me drunk saying she likes me...
and her boyfriend caught her..
and she blamed it on me...
fun huh?