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"When you're struggling with something, look at all the people around you. Every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it's just as hard as what you're going through." - Nicolas Sparks |
Even the best fall down sometimes, even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind, I somehow find you and I collide
Out of the doubt that fills my mind, I somehow find you and I collide
Sunday, January 30, 2011 @ 8:31 PM
HOLY MOTHER FUCKING CUNT BITCH. I AM SO FUCKING FURIOUS RIGHT NOW, HOLY SHIT. I don't think I've ever been this mad before. I WORKED ON CHRISTMAS AND FUCKING NEW YEARS @ THIS PLACE, AND THEY STILL EXPECT ME TO COME ON SATURDAY WHEN I'M FULLY DONE MY 200 HOURS? FUCK YOU. I'VE NEVER MISSED ONE DAMN SHIFT, AND I WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO FREAKING DO 200 HOURS. UGH YOU BITCHES. I FUCKING HATE THAT PLACE, IT'S A FUCKING SHITHOLE, IT MAKES ME SO DAMN MISERABLE. So, to explain my angry rant. I volunteer @ this stupid clinic, and everyone there is either two-faced or just plain bitchy. I work fucking 13 hours a week, doing shit that I should be paid for, and I was only supposed to do 200 hours. I write the manager an e-mail just letting her know that I'm done next week. AND SHE TELLS ME THAT SHE CAN'T CHANGE THE SCHEDULE BECAUSE IT'S ALREADY MADE. BITCH, IT'S WRITTEN DOWN ON A PIECE OF PAPER, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS CROSS MY DAMN NAME OUT. But anyways, this place is miserable. I work fucking 8 hours shifts on saturday... WITHOUT A BREAK. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? Oh & not to mention the boss is a dick head. I'll blog again later, when I calm the fuck down.
