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I had the best day yesterday. It was so wonderful, it was actually complete to me, although the girl I was with would say I'm imagining things. But it was pretty close to being ~*SpEcTaCuLaR*~. A full, complete day finally. And the day before that was good too (but of course, it really didn't compare Sibs). So I figure, hell... what could today have in store for me? Do I finally get my favourite pants back?!
No.
Today I was going to sleep in, and just bike to work like it was nothing, because my mood would continue over from the past day. But I was awoken by my mother. Said my brother wanted to talk to me. My brother is the head dude at the warehouse where I work. I didn't really want to take the job there, I wanted to get a job on my own... but I ended up taking it because of pressure from my mother. So I took it and have worked at it like I wanted it myself for the past month and a half or so. I've given it my all, like I do with everything. I don't like being halfassed if I can help it, and this being mindless work, it doesn't take the finesse that I usually demand from myself. It's such an easy job. Every night, I come home and on the way home if my mom is driving me back, I complain to her how everyone there is so fucking SLOW. I complain to her when I get home if I don't do it in the car. And then, I come online and complain to people on icq how slow the bastards are. So, I went groggy eyed to work to talk to my brother. I ask him what's up. He tells me. I don't know how I held together at all. It made me so fucking angry so fucking fast...
He told me he had gotten complaints on how slow I was.
Somewhere along the line in that conversation after I lost my train of coherent consciousness, he asked me if I could go any faster. I don't know why I said 'yes' insteand of, "What about the fucknut jackass who just leaves whenever he wants? What about the girl who can barely lift 40 pounds? What about the fat Mexican kid that I'm 5 times faster than? What about the fat moron who plays air guitar to every song that comes on the radio and is always at a friggin baseball game?" Why didn't I? Well, it would have been me against them. And we all know what happens when I go against the grain. I get slivers up the damned ass. 'Complaints'. Thats nice. So, plural I guess... more than one person, or more than one complaint? Hmn... probably both. I was expecting maybe him asking me to not be so mean or something... or to ask if Rick the manager really was harassing the Mexican kid too much or something... I was NOT expecting this at all. Well, if I thought I was at all mean before I guess they got a whole new level of bastard coming at them. A couple people how know I get even. It usually involves body fluids. But of course, I'll have to wait a while to brew something especially evil for these sons of bitches. Plus it'll feel better that way... right now I couldn't do enough to these people. People... heh, thats being generous with the word. Misanthropic bastards,
cum guzzling ass queens... geez, these are the True North Fuckbutter patrol in their finest. I remember working one night where there were two of them doing the same job I was doing, and they were doing it together. And I was beating them every step of the way. They had a little more to pack, but I had more boxes to fill. I was keeping up with the damned night manager last night, thats what I can't get over. So what do I to about it today? I guess I got a couple hours to figure it out. But yeah... I'm a little mad today. It's sure no yesterday...
And why the fuck can't I make anything other than white pages with black letters now?! SHIT!!
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