so i work the unholy hours, right? right. and i’m there so much i’m missin’ out on things with the friends and passing out anytime i try to watch a fuckin’ movie with scooter and such. but i’m like, it’ll give me kizzash for when i need to buy *my* books for school and whatnot and that justifies it, right? i’m doin’ it for a good reason, so it’s not that bad. and everyone at the bookstore is pretty nice and whatnot. they really are…you dig?
but there a few things that my pseudo-optimism just can’t ignore:
- hellacious hours not amounting to dick in paycheck form
- super stanky girl making me nauseous (and everyone else) …cuz she’s STANKY!
- people coming in sick, and spreading their fuckin’ nasty germs everywhere
- the students
catching a fucking cold. i can feel it, i know it’s there…and oh oh oh…wait for it…wait…yeah…RIGHT BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS. i am not amused.
i’m also not amused that i go to bed freakishly late and am up by 6 am no matter what. even without an alarm. what the fuck, indeed.
/rant
