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Ugh. Horrid detestable pissonitall work. Yes, had a great day at work (sarcasm, much?). Whew, had a teeny tiny bit of explosion. And by teeny I mean large, by tiny, I mean scary, and by explosion, I mean just plain BAAAAAD. I snapped on a couple workers and one or two customers. Got pushed a bit too far and broke some stuff. Scared some people, made a little kid cry. Ah, another day at work. I figure by the time the summer is over, I'll be a crack addict or "special". Eh well, it's the price we pay.
It turns out that, for the second pay check in a row, they have screwed up. I'm supposed to be making $8, and yet I'm being paid with $7. Um. No. Left a note saying that it had better be cleared up by my shift tomorrow or I won't be working. again. ever. And that they would be hearing from a certain person's attorney. heh. that always scares them. Now they owe me about $300. And the bastards *will* pay up.
So now I'm just tired. Very. Very. Tired.
Kinda crushed right now. Er maybe crashed? I don't know. Just out of energy. I've gotten to the bottom of the barrel. Don't want to get out of bed. Don't want to talk to anyone or move or breath. Just stay here, all nice and comfy like.
By the way, BK *is* definetely trying to kill me. A box-cutter, a ceiling tile, a box of whopper wrap, and a block of cheese fell on my head. Tonight. One of these days I'm just going to drop like a sack of potatoes.
It turns out that, for the second pay check in a row, they have screwed up. I'm supposed to be making $8, and yet I'm being paid with $7. Um. No. Left a note saying that it had better be cleared up by my shift tomorrow or I won't be working. again. ever. And that they would be hearing from a certain person's attorney. heh. that always scares them. Now they owe me about $300. And the bastards *will* pay up.
So now I'm just tired. Very. Very. Tired.
Kinda crushed right now. Er maybe crashed? I don't know. Just out of energy. I've gotten to the bottom of the barrel. Don't want to get out of bed. Don't want to talk to anyone or move or breath. Just stay here, all nice and comfy like.
By the way, BK *is* definetely trying to kill me. A box-cutter, a ceiling tile, a box of whopper wrap, and a block of cheese fell on my head. Tonight. One of these days I'm just going to drop like a sack of potatoes.
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