Frustrating weekend.
Plasma is threatening to cut me off---finally found out that I live at Avenues, and that they don't accept people from there(understandable, there's alot of gross bastards from here..)...then I mentioned that I work there, and they were like "Yeah, we're gonna need proof of that." Losers.
Also, am considering asking boss for some sort of wage compensation-- been working here long enough, and worse yet, my hours have dramatically increased.. I really feel like slave. Also, it's making getting a real job that much harder to do-- have no time to go on interviews, etc. So, yeah, I think I'm entitled.
The plasma thing just has me in a worry knot. I need it to keep going.
And yeah, my birthday is coming up. I just wish I could be happier about it.. or at the very least, just let it pass without having to think about it.. I hate how much time I waste.
If you need me, I'll be working for the next 24 hours. F this job.
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..was feeling very aggressive during the writing of this.. I've since had a moment to reflect-- and gonna try for positive thinking for a few.
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