Kind of a crappy Friday.
Not even an hour into work today I get bitched at by Stanley. Apparently it's my fault that the guard tubes get picked at and break. Over the last two days we lost two tubes, and so today we didn't have enough to go around. Which was poor management on my part; I'm supposed to notify someone if we have 'just enough' of anything. Which is bullshit. If I had told Ken that we were losing tubes, his first question would be, "Do we have enough to open right now?" and the answer would be yes and his response would be, "Then we'll get some later." Lose-fucking-lose situation. It wasn't even 9:30. I didn't get breakfast, I was craving donuts, I've been working for six days straight and I can't catch a fucking break at work to save my life.
This is too much. It's too much.
Get home, treated myself to Subway for lunch, crashed. Woke up to see that my mass text to go see The Proposal was shot down by two friends with previous plans, one who'd seen it twice, and three that never responded. Only Liz was going to go, and the she canceled on me because she had a long day playing around with her AC buddies.
So, I'm at home bored, hungry (because I can't decide what I want to eat and I'm trying to resist the urge to go buy fast food) with only Charlie -- that's my guitar -- for company. On a fucking Friday night. This is not how summer Friday nights are supposed to be spent.
Oh, and I cleaned the house for tomorrow. Basically, I did a whole lot of shit I don't like doing today; 1) sitting at home, especially on a weekend night, 2) not eating, 3) cleaning, 4) getting bitched at that I'm not doing my job properly/right/well.
Fuck this. Fuck this summer. At least if I was at school and I had nobody to hang out with I'd have control of my television or homework to do. All I can do here is clean. And not eat. God damn it.
This is too much. It's too much.
Get home, treated myself to Subway for lunch, crashed. Woke up to see that my mass text to go see The Proposal was shot down by two friends with previous plans, one who'd seen it twice, and three that never responded. Only Liz was going to go, and the she canceled on me because she had a long day playing around with her AC buddies.
So, I'm at home bored, hungry (because I can't decide what I want to eat and I'm trying to resist the urge to go buy fast food) with only Charlie -- that's my guitar -- for company. On a fucking Friday night. This is not how summer Friday nights are supposed to be spent.
Oh, and I cleaned the house for tomorrow. Basically, I did a whole lot of shit I don't like doing today; 1) sitting at home, especially on a weekend night, 2) not eating, 3) cleaning, 4) getting bitched at that I'm not doing my job properly/right/well.
Fuck this. Fuck this summer. At least if I was at school and I had nobody to hang out with I'd have control of my television or homework to do. All I can do here is clean. And not eat. God damn it.
