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I Heart Giant Eagle *brainwashed* |
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I work too ******** much. I hate everyone at work. Well, no. But I'm beginning to hate them more. And I no longer no what day it is, as far as I'm concerned, it's ******** GiantEagleday. The new, unknown eighth day of the week... Except it's everyday. I dunno. I never get to eat a homecooked meal anymore, I never get to see the rest of my family, I never get to SEE MY NEPHEW. He means everything to me, and now I can't WAIT till my vacation in June. I plan to take him to the zoo, hopefully the street fair will be that week... I just want to spend time with him. It can be weeks before I see him, since I never get a Sunday off, the only day they come over. confused Hm. My days are exactly the same: get up, work, sleep. Get up, work, sleep. Get up, work, sleep. My one or two days off consist of me sleeping it away, then doing nothing, then back to sleep. Thus, repeating the cycle. Things'll only SLIGHTLY change if I had my own car, but then, as the one journal entry stated... That c**t crashed it. So, I have none. I need to request a Sunday off. I'm not one to request a day off for no special reason, but I need it before I go crazy. I was even told that, that I need to request a weekend day off, if I want off. So, ******** great. I'm eternally bound to Giant Eagle. I know I know, "Why don't you quit?" BECAUSE. I've learned my lesson too many times, I need the money, I actually... Like... The people. Except for some. And it's a union store, they fight for you. confused Hm. Oh well. crying
I do believe you killed my hat.
 VC Verse · Sun Apr 13, 2008 @ 07:21am · 0 Comments |
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