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Me. . . bitching . . . . again
18 years ago
I'M SICK MY FUCKING JOB AND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. I need this job to keep paying for my car and bills that I have acquired over the past few months.
I have no ambition to do anything and I've more of less lose the rest of my imagination do to it. I can't draw, I can't think, I FUCKING can't do anything and I'm starting to think there's no way out. Every thing I plan something my job does something stupid and fucks everything up, like this weekend I was going to go to a buddies house to play some Halo 3 online but an hour after planning it all out, I find out that they've decided to inventory. So they fuck 3rd shift with it this they'll give us Friday off but we have to go in at 6 am Saturday.
A normal scheduled week should go Sunday night to Thursday night then 2 days off, but in the next to 5 months I've been there I've only seen three 2 day weekends, so its been Sun. to Fri. night with only Saturday night off. But this is going to go like this: Sunday night to Thursday night, get out of work at 6am Friday morning, then go back to work at 6am Saturday morning, work 12 hours, 6pm get out go home then go back for 8pm Sunday night. That just fucks everything up, I guess I'll just never plan anything again, because shit like this seems to happen every time I do. Fuck it, I'll just become brain-dead and be a zombie.
Rambling and rant done, sorry if I caused your eyes to start bleeding.
Dante_Fox, if you're still reading this, sorry I never called you back, I just never when to call and as said above I never have the ambition to. I'm very sorry, please forgive me.
I have no ambition to do anything and I've more of less lose the rest of my imagination do to it. I can't draw, I can't think, I FUCKING can't do anything and I'm starting to think there's no way out. Every thing I plan something my job does something stupid and fucks everything up, like this weekend I was going to go to a buddies house to play some Halo 3 online but an hour after planning it all out, I find out that they've decided to inventory. So they fuck 3rd shift with it this they'll give us Friday off but we have to go in at 6 am Saturday.
A normal scheduled week should go Sunday night to Thursday night then 2 days off, but in the next to 5 months I've been there I've only seen three 2 day weekends, so its been Sun. to Fri. night with only Saturday night off. But this is going to go like this: Sunday night to Thursday night, get out of work at 6am Friday morning, then go back to work at 6am Saturday morning, work 12 hours, 6pm get out go home then go back for 8pm Sunday night. That just fucks everything up, I guess I'll just never plan anything again, because shit like this seems to happen every time I do. Fuck it, I'll just become brain-dead and be a zombie.
Rambling and rant done, sorry if I caused your eyes to start bleeding.
Dante_Fox, if you're still reading this, sorry I never called you back, I just never when to call and as said above I never have the ambition to. I'm very sorry, please forgive me.
Chucky
~chucky
Bitching again? But you don't bitch that much to begin with. Sorry about your job man. But with that kinda crap going on it sounds like perfect ammunition for drawing. I say turn your cute fox girl into some kind of super-savior for employees with crappy jobs. Like, she comes and saves people from their workplace by ramming their sack-of-shit managers' heads in the toilets or pisses in their coffee when they're not looking. Maybe think 'Office Space', but apply it to your job. Just a thought, hope all goes well.
Dante_Fox
~dantefox
Hey man, Its not a problem. Just try and keep in tuch for the next 3 month's or so, And I will try my hardest to get you out of there.. I know in about 3 month's or so I will be moveing out and looking for a room mate, This might be the option you are looking for.
