Your Heart Attack In Black Hair Dye

Guys, I'm having another shitty day. And it seems that Mr. Shitastic (who rules who haas what type of day) likes to dole those out too frequently.

If I had the choice, I seriously wouldn't be here. But I don't. Because life sucks.

Okay, so you all remember my wodnerful job, yes? Well, on the days I work, I usually have to be there by 4. This gives me time to takes my stuff home, grab my work stuff, and eat a little something before I go to work. All in all, I usually have about twenty minutes to myself.

As of last Friday, I now have to show up fifteen minutes earlier. And if you can't see this, let me add something: NO ONE ELSE HAS TO SHOW UP UNTIL A QUARTER 'TIL WE FUCKING OPEN. I'm stuck coming in early and doing ALL the fucking work while everyone else can go home and fucking EAT. It PISSES me OFF so BAD.

I mean, I already have to come in before everyone else and do most of the work, but NOW, I'm going to be doing EVERYTHING. It's INSANITY.

But you know what? I'll live with it. And I'll harbor all this horrible resentment for the rest of my life.

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In other news, I have a new story idea! (exciting music that fades out lamely) This is like, my fifth one this year, and it's getting annoying that I can't ever FINISH one. But this one is all half-baked, so maybe it'll turn out better. I hope so, at least.

Well people, pray for me.



SING it, people.

~jInK