Life needs change.

CHANGE#20060528

it seems that all i do now is gripe. well, here’s another gripe session. fri night was a HUGE disappointment. only a select few can know why.

saturday, i was on my way to work and reflecting upon the fact that i’ve never had a job where i was treated well. once i got to work… well the asm i love to hate put the icing on the cake. he asked me why i wasn’t wearing one of the stupid ass tees, ‘well, it was good of you to tell me ½ before my shift starts ___.’ says i. dude, you’ve had the whole fucking week to tell me that i had to wear one. so i took a spare one that was one size too big. and THEN… he tries to arbitrarily change my schedule because i was originally 11-4 and he tries to get me to work until 7. hhhelll fuckin’ no! you again, had at least 2 days to call me and ASK me if i could work it. and so i told him, ‘you know you can’t arbitrarily change my shift like that on me.’ and he said he wasn’t just changing it, he was ASKING me. to which i said, ‘no. i already have plans so only until 5:30.’ blah blah blah bullshit team player blah blah blah. so i decided after my break that i’ll stay only until 6.

today was some more icing on the cake. you know, like when you go to cinnabon and they give you and extra container of icing even though you get gobs of it on your cinnamon bun anyway? yeah, like that. i got up, got ready to go to the gym… and the CUNT at the gym takes my temp pass away, won’t let me into the gym because some bitch named luba didn’t issue me another one. who the fuck cares? we bought the passes as a TEAM so if other people don’t use them, then why should it matter that i use it? we paid for them for fuck’s sake. so the cunt wasted my morning… and i called home to get a ride so i can drop my shit off and go to work.

hahahaha. work was a joke today too. after having been cajoled into working later on Saturday because one person needed to be in the back to do payroll shit, and the new-ish person couldn’t hack it… lo and behold… I’M CLOSING ALONE!!!!! o and i don’t get an apology or anything. fucktards. and they’re so stupid with all their promos because they don’t tell other people of the exceptions so i get yelled at when i’m ringing people’s sales up. fucktards. but one of my co-workers decided to stay. i secretly wished she couldn’t so that they’d feel stupid for their mental gaffe. but then again, it wouldn’t occur to them cuz they’re SO stupid. hhahaa. and the asm that i love to hate was tyring to joke around with me and said, ‘c’mon, let’s fight. i wanna fight with you.’ and he kept nudging me with his shoulder and i gave him my famous look and he stopped dead. and i told him NOT to mess with me because i’m not taking shit from anybody today.

ttc might go on strike. it’s more likely yes than no. why? because the commission will NEVER concede to the drivers. see public transportation isn’t that bad… it’s the asswipes and fucktards that ruin it for everyone else. like those 3 stooges who ALWAYS try to scam the SAME bus driver EVERY wednesday because they think it’s funny. until there’s another driver on the route. get a life. it wasn’t funny the first time, and it’s not getting ANY funnier the 5^th time ‘round.

db used to be my only solace. but well the cunt at the gym took some of that away from me and now the ttc might do that too. so i’m fucked. people ask me how my weekend was and i have nothing to say because it was shit. like almost every other weekend. i’m stuck in a rut and if i don’t get out of it, then i’m just going to skip the country.

the only good thing that happened last week was that i went for din-din with katykins and clara and den we went to the café with my hot bartender. and we spoke for a bit. then we went to go see joel at this bob Dylan tribute night. joel is awesome, and other people from work came too. it was SO fun. and yeah… i got a part one on friday afternoon and that was good too… but it leaves me wanting more.

i eat my dinners cold. i don’t even have the energy to use chopsticks and i use my hands or a spoon. sucks for a person who loves food.

my other job? NEPOTISM. his daughter wants to work on Wednesdays now. so i either don’t get to work there at all or i have to do promo shit. well, i don’t do promo-ing so SHE can do it. and if i find another job, then i’m quitting that. i don’t care. you never told me that when i was hired and i was expecting to be f/t until aug 1^st when the office mngr came back from mat leave. and you take that away from me. i can’t say no, it’s your fucking daughter. bite me. i hope i can find another job fast.

so a big fat fuck you goes out to the world.

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