Maybe it's the tiredness talking, or maybe the PMS or the fact that I can't get my Saturday covered or it might be that I'm working too much, but... I really hate my job. I'm laying in bed having not eaten in eight hours. Yeah, I'm starving. But getting food together is too much effort. Will I eat in the morning? Probably not.
Uughhh. I want to quit right now so bad. True, I am making some decent money, but I really don't like this job. It's not for me. I want a desk job where I'm forced to make tough choices like fuschia or lilac or #ee99c0. I don't want to follow some corporation's bullshit procedure. And being able to sit would do wonders on my back.
Gahh. I hate complaining. I just hate this week. I need those pills so bad.
xx I'm Tired, I Just Wanna Go Home Marz
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