So work completely and totally fucked me over yesterday. I nearly walked out never to return; but then I calmed down, muttered angrily to myself, and didn't. I did, however, call in sick today. I mean, I am a little bit sick, but mostly I just don't want to deal with that fucking place right now. I'm off tomorrow, so we'll see how I feel Thursday. Ught. Fuckers.
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second_batgirl also had a really, really shitty day yesterday (probably worse than mine, when you consider) and so she came over to crash and now we're hanging out. She's "sick" too. Jobs suck. I hate beig a grown up.
The end.
tired
Hear hear. I second both counts.
I woke up at 4 am yesterday morning having nightmares about pastries because of my job, for which I put in two weeks' notice yesterday, which was painful.
I'm driving 10 hours total today to go to a four hour job fair.
When I grow up I want to be a 10-year-old.