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I really, really, really hope a meteor falls on the hellhole of a community college I went to. Actually, right now, I hope it lands on me first...
I just spent the last hour listening to my mother talk at me about how maybe, instead of going to cosmetology school, I should just get a full time job as an administrative assistant or as a store manager. This is somehow better than my going to school for a year to learn a marketable skill.
That's awesome. I cannot tell you how much I loved my last secretarial job... it wasn't out of hatred I called my boss Wall-Eye and Cyclops... the constant thoughts about how many elements I could find to kill myself with at my desk? Ha, simply because I couldn't bear the thought of leaving. I called in sick twice a week because I loved sitting at my desk and being so bored that I resorted to writing out HTML code for my website... longhand. Yea, I loved that job.
I'm not even going to start in on retail management. $8.50 an hour for what? Call me again when someone is paying me enough to care.
But, oh yea, getting a full time job for medical benefits, that's viable. The only catch is that I wouldn't stay at a job long enough to obtain them. But that's ok, a whole year of quitting jobs I hate is better than learning a skill any day.
And now, I'm running late leaving for Rhode Island because of this whole mess. Fucking wonderful. I haven't showered, I don't have my contacts in, and I'm so upset that all I really want to do right now is drive my car into a tree.
Hey, not a bad idea.
Beyond that, Matt is picking a fight with me and I have a raging headache. This is almost as great as last night, when I was left on my own with another girl who doesn't know how to close.
I feel sick to my stomach now, too. How much better can this day get? It's not even fucking noon yet. I don't care. I'm going to go and drive recklessly and pray that I get into a fatal traffic accident.
I just spent the last hour listening to my mother talk at me about how maybe, instead of going to cosmetology school, I should just get a full time job as an administrative assistant or as a store manager. This is somehow better than my going to school for a year to learn a marketable skill.
That's awesome. I cannot tell you how much I loved my last secretarial job... it wasn't out of hatred I called my boss Wall-Eye and Cyclops... the constant thoughts about how many elements I could find to kill myself with at my desk? Ha, simply because I couldn't bear the thought of leaving. I called in sick twice a week because I loved sitting at my desk and being so bored that I resorted to writing out HTML code for my website... longhand. Yea, I loved that job.
I'm not even going to start in on retail management. $8.50 an hour for what? Call me again when someone is paying me enough to care.
But, oh yea, getting a full time job for medical benefits, that's viable. The only catch is that I wouldn't stay at a job long enough to obtain them. But that's ok, a whole year of quitting jobs I hate is better than learning a skill any day.
And now, I'm running late leaving for Rhode Island because of this whole mess. Fucking wonderful. I haven't showered, I don't have my contacts in, and I'm so upset that all I really want to do right now is drive my car into a tree.
Hey, not a bad idea.
Beyond that, Matt is picking a fight with me and I have a raging headache. This is almost as great as last night, when I was left on my own with another girl who doesn't know how to close.
I feel sick to my stomach now, too. How much better can this day get? It's not even fucking noon yet. I don't care. I'm going to go and drive recklessly and pray that I get into a fatal traffic accident.