my friend Holly got fired yesterday with no reason given. that just sucks moose. i physically dread going to work there.
oh, but hey – i did get offered the permanent position! at a whopping SIXTY FUCKING CENTS over what i make now! before taxes, i’ll be raking in exactly twenty-one thousand sweet lil greenies! too bad every fucking red cent is going toward bills. the only thing i can ever afford is a DVD here and there. it’s going to take me at least a year to save up enough for a used computer at this rate. literally.
fuck you, god. not that you’re listening, or even exist.
i know a LOT of people have it a lot rougher than me, but for chrissakes, i feel like Harvey Pekar or something here. barely making the rent; barely holding on to my dreams… is it all going to be worth it one of these days? like when i finally get a little bit of SLACK my way, but i’m either too old or too cancer-ridden to even enjoy it?
i swear to god, all i want is a little bit of something. just a little bit of something good. just a piece of shit old laptop i can type away on.
agh, fuck. now i’m getting bitter.
i got to get up early tomorrow to try and stave off the wolves… they only just offered me the gig, and i can’t talk to HR until monday to try to weasel out a living wage, but they want me to commit to ten bucks tomorrow morning, so i’ve got to do a little finagling in the early morning.
fuck work. fuck jobs. and fuck that weird creepy guy outside staring into peoples’ windows.
