I'm sick of it-

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Ass ream #1 has happened. Now I await for #2. This is going to be a great day for drinking myself into a coma.

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Well seeing as how me bitching about the cold has only made it worse, I will stop.

I cannot believe how much I hate my job. Everyday I get sick to my stomach here. It makes me physically ill. This is not something I wish to continue. I just hope my other options pan out. I am sick of everything about this place. I hate the fact I was here until 11pm last night and was back at 4am for a 14 hour day. A person cannot expect to live like this. There's a little thing called sleep I need. There's also a little thing called days off, that as of now I have gotten 2 of in the month of December. Not any fucking more. I am done. They can all kiss my skinny white ass. I'm telling them today I am done with this shit. After 40 hours this week I won't be coming in. That means on Wednesday at 3pm I will be leaving. That will show them. (God I'm sounding like a petty little crybaby)

At least though I'm pretty much done moving. I only have a few little things here and there still to move, so that's a plus. Also the place I'm living is a total kick ass place. (Mainly because I am there) I haven't gotten the feeling that I thought I would by now, so that's also a plus. I don't want to be a bother.

And as a final note, I'm getting loaded tonight. I'm going to drink until my damn liver jumps out of my skin. I'm going to need it after the day that I am about to have. It's been shit so far and I know it will only get worse from here on out. The corporate monkeys haven't been back to bother me yet about all shit that went down over the weekend. This is why I don't take days off. I spend the next two trying to fix all the shit that went wrong.

FIN