You also get to hear my thoughts on my life... skip down to the picture, none of this means anything.
I hate my job. I work behind idiots. Everyone blames everyone else for all the things that go wrong. My shift gets blamed for everything that goes wrong or missing. I work 50+ hours a week in a "skilled trade"(what a damn joke) and can't afford to do anything but work, can't afford insurance, can't afford to put anything into savings. Fuck, I can't even justify buying groceries half the time when I need them. Fuck. I'm fucking complaining about nothing. I know other people have shit worse than I do. I'm just frustrated. It's been a couple years since I've had to wake up everyday dreading the drive into work. Knowing that I only have bullshit to deal with. Doing twice as much work as guys who make twice as much as I do. Supposedly I make the small amount I do because I'm still supposed to be learning what it is I'm doing... Eh. I'm heading to bed. I can't keep dwelling on this tonight.
Kat showing Mel something on the internets. Possibly a Lolcat.
More later. Maybe. Fuck.
-Rab
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