|this bitch is cross-posted
||[Jul. 21st, 2004|12:17 am]
HATE YOUR JOB? SO DO WE...
"the camels back was fractured, but now it lays in pieces on the floor|
amongst them are the straws that pushed me far enough to stand my ground"
i can't fucking stand my boss, he is the world's biggest prick
i actually started walking towards the timeclock to punch out, drop my work and leave, but then realized that i am better than that.
no matter what i try to fucking do it's never right, and he always gives me shit and calls me 'buddy' in his dickhead way that is ironic because i fucking hate him.
tomorrow, i am quitting, i'll put in my 2 weeks, that way instead of working the next 3 weeks with 4 days off, i'll only have 2 left. if they give me any shit thereafter, i will stop showing up, then they will be fucked.
for some reason, i feel i could almost make this work to my advantage
so merry christmas mark nowa-however you spell it, have fun managing the least profitable pep boys in the area your whole life, maybe i'll bring in my ferrari one day.