Aug. 15th, 2003
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Aug. 15th, 2003 09:37 pmOw.
fuck fuck fuck.
Tummy hurts for no apparent reason.
and last night sucked.
last night sucked A LOT.
got bitched at by psycho-servers on crack
got sexually harassed by dumb fuck tribals
(got to call security on their ass when they started harassing random old lady gamblers as well - ha ha!)
got bitched at by some stupid slobbery drunk whore, including being told that I'm going to be a terrible mother (well thanks a pantload, but I don't even plan to have kids you dumb fucking wench!)
And then, when against my better judgment I DID stick out the night and didn't just quit right there, I went on to my bank interview and fucked that up royally. I even tried to tell her: Third shift. No sleep. I don't think she was very sympathetic to that one though (a lot of people that have never worked thirds aren't) and I still came off looking like an idiot.
So that's the cycle.
Third shit.
No sleep=no coherence/intelligence=bad interviews.
No new job.
More third shift.
More in-fucking-sanity.
More shit.
Less sleep.
Fucking cycle continues.
I think the only thing that kept me around last night was talking to Sue where she said I should have told those tribal members they had to get away from my bar before I busted a nut or something like that to which I replied "If I had one, maybe I would have" And she's like "Tell them 'I'm about to grow a nut right here just so I can bust it on your ass!'"
Eh. It's not as funny here. When I was stressed out to hell like that last night it wasfunny as funnier than shit (because I'm not sure shit is really ALL that funny)
I think I'll take a bath.
Stupid 'tupid tummy :PPPPPP
fuck fuck fuck.
Tummy hurts for no apparent reason.
and last night sucked.
last night sucked A LOT.
got bitched at by psycho-servers on crack
got sexually harassed by dumb fuck tribals
(got to call security on their ass when they started harassing random old lady gamblers as well - ha ha!)
got bitched at by some stupid slobbery drunk whore, including being told that I'm going to be a terrible mother (well thanks a pantload, but I don't even plan to have kids you dumb fucking wench!)
And then, when against my better judgment I DID stick out the night and didn't just quit right there, I went on to my bank interview and fucked that up royally. I even tried to tell her: Third shift. No sleep. I don't think she was very sympathetic to that one though (a lot of people that have never worked thirds aren't) and I still came off looking like an idiot.
So that's the cycle.
Third shit.
No sleep=no coherence/intelligence=bad interviews.
No new job.
More third shift.
More in-fucking-sanity.
More shit.
Less sleep.
Fucking cycle continues.
I think the only thing that kept me around last night was talking to Sue where she said I should have told those tribal members they had to get away from my bar before I busted a nut or something like that to which I replied "If I had one, maybe I would have" And she's like "Tell them 'I'm about to grow a nut right here just so I can bust it on your ass!'"
Eh. It's not as funny here. When I was stressed out to hell like that last night it was
I think I'll take a bath.
Stupid 'tupid tummy :PPPPPP