*SNARL*
I shouldn't even be fucking awake. I should be asleep. But I got this great idea for an intricate, connected, multipart/year/etc. storyline, so I had to write it down before I went to bed.
Remember I slept through my alarm and my fucking sister didn't wake me up last night?
Well, guess what. It may cost me my job if it happens again.
FUCKING Velma, apparently, can't get a fucking clue. So, instead of calling ME or ANETRA, she called one of the fucking boardmembers of the Condo Association (rich fucking assholes).
And now *I'm* in trouble, because I slept through my alarm. I'm sorry, I am NOT perfect. I do shit for this job that I shouldn't have to. And they want to get on me because VELMA is getting overtime?
Well, fuck you. Fuck all of you.
They are goddamned lucky I didn't quit just now. I was close enough to it. All it would have taken was Geno asking me some stupid-ass question again, and I would've said, "You know what? I don't NEED this grief. I have no life because of this fucking job. So, know what? You can have it."
I am vibrating with rage right now. And having the hardest time resisting the urge to throw something, or destroy something. Or just plain smash my head against a wall.
I doubt Geno realises I hung up on him.
Too bad, 'cause that might be enough to get my ass fired. And then I wouldn't have to go to work tonight.
Tricia warned me it wasn't a job for a career. But how the fuck do I look for a career while sitting behind that sodding desk?
Shit. I am aching to grab something and throw it, just to hear the sound of glass breaking. A battery is sitting to my right. I can visualise it going through one of the windows.
I did not need this.
Remember I slept through my alarm and my fucking sister didn't wake me up last night?
Well, guess what. It may cost me my job if it happens again.
FUCKING Velma, apparently, can't get a fucking clue. So, instead of calling ME or ANETRA, she called one of the fucking boardmembers of the Condo Association (rich fucking assholes).
And now *I'm* in trouble, because I slept through my alarm. I'm sorry, I am NOT perfect. I do shit for this job that I shouldn't have to. And they want to get on me because VELMA is getting overtime?
Well, fuck you. Fuck all of you.
They are goddamned lucky I didn't quit just now. I was close enough to it. All it would have taken was Geno asking me some stupid-ass question again, and I would've said, "You know what? I don't NEED this grief. I have no life because of this fucking job. So, know what? You can have it."
I am vibrating with rage right now. And having the hardest time resisting the urge to throw something, or destroy something. Or just plain smash my head against a wall.
I doubt Geno realises I hung up on him.
Too bad, 'cause that might be enough to get my ass fired. And then I wouldn't have to go to work tonight.
Tricia warned me it wasn't a job for a career. But how the fuck do I look for a career while sitting behind that sodding desk?
Shit. I am aching to grab something and throw it, just to hear the sound of glass breaking. A battery is sitting to my right. I can visualise it going through one of the windows.
I did not need this.