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Are you sure I can't blow my brains out now?! |
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stare I'm getting really ******** sick of this. I look forward to the Weekend every week. At least two days to cool my jets and actually think about stuff that I want to. Do stuff I want to.....
And for the past month, all I've gotten for looking forward to that weekend is one of the two days ******** over by me having to work at the second job.
Wait, let me back up for those of you who don't know, which is probably no one since no one reads this anyway. You see, back a bit ago, I got a temporary job offer from a company called SAIC. They work me 20 hours a week, give or take, with 4 hours Monday through Friday. I've been there about 5 to 6 weeks. It's a job in the field I went to college for, so it's a good thing. However, since it is only a Temporary job, and more than likely will not pan out, I kept my job at Failure General (Dollar General) to "pay the bills."
However, being awake from 6:45 AM to 10:00 PM was killing me, especially when I had to work over 20 hours in FG, I asked for 3 day work weeks over there. You know, so I could keep from going batshit insane?
Every week I've asked for that, one of the three days is always a day on my weekend. The weekend that I work my a** off to obtain, I get half of it shat on just to keep my boss afloat.
Well this ******** week, I got a godsend. I got to have an extra day off, Monday, because Memorial Day is a day of closed for SAIC. So here I am all excited because there's NO WAY that he could possibly take that from me. Absolutely not, right? At the very least, I could have two days off, amiright?
******** no I'm not. Thursday Night, I should have died in my damn sleep. Today, Friday that is, was so ******** stressful with the excess pressure being dumped at me, being told that if I don't finish the project before leaving today, I lose my Monday, thus staying an extra hour and 15 minutes there just to finish off the project and rush home just to change into my other work clothes. I nearly got myself killed about 5 times today to and from both jobs, and when I get to my second job I'm informed that because of some stupid thing that the bigger boss wants done I lose both SATURDAY AND SUNDAY NIGHT. Instead of getting a Friday, I get a WEDNESDAY for today.
Now, if all that other s**t wasn't bad enough, I can't sleep because I'm so goddamn worried about the sketch I had to rush at my first job just so I could get to my second.
So, I ask you again. Are you sure I can't blow my brains out now?
Lemme Borrow that Mule · Sat May 24, 2008 @ 06:49am · 1 Comments |
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