...shut up and eat.
Menu du jour:
Out. Now.
I. Fucking. Hate. My. Job.
And for you fucking "optimists" who insist on looking on the "bright side" despite the fact that shit is falling from the sky (and you have no damn umbrella) - you, who I know are thinking "well at least you have a job"- you people can stuff it where the sun doesn't shine. I would give a limb to not have to spend another agonizing day at the job which is my own personal hell.
I would happily take unemployment over the shit I deal with on a daily basis. I have gotten to the point where I wish death on everyone that passes through the shelter doors even before they open their ignorant mouths. Hell I practically wish death on the majority of my co-workers.
But no, I have to smile at these people. Treat them nicely.
Customer service can bite my lily white ass.
I am so done, that my juicy meattyness has turned to charcoal. I can easily write "Fuck You" on a wall with it.
What's worse is that this shit job takes away from me the ONE damn thing that used to keep me sane. I've been sick for probably 3 months now. I go to the gym tonight after a particularly, insanely, ridiculous, fucked-up day and I can't even run. I can't breathe. Either the oppressive allergies or the lingering bronchitis have completely squashed whatever lung capacity I had before. My body is slowly loosing its muscle mass.
This fucking job has totally shipwrecked my self esteem and my damn life.
I. Need. Out. Now.
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