05-31-2009, 02:53 AM
Seriously. I hate my life.
First off, it is hot. I mean blast furnace hot. The little box fan I run, because I don't want to run my window unit on the neighbor's power, and trip their breaker box, and cause a bunch of crap on that end.
Trying to sleep through this Hellish heat doesn't work. I go to work tired as fuck and dehydrated because of the heat.
Work. Yet again, this is causing me problems.
They're disallowing overtime, to the point of threatening termination. To further reinforce this point, they're cutting our hours. I only got 30 hours this week. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna lose my health insurance behind this. It makes me wonder why they even slate me as a full-time employee. That, and I don't think I'm gonna make it past the 90 day point, and earn my employee discount.
Finances. Because of the cutting of my hours, my pay has dropped. Suprise suprise. And my stupid, overly hopeful ass put down money on a shotgun the other day. $80 that could've went to food. Not to mention I still have to pay $270 on the fucker before I can even take it home. God, I'm such a fucking retard.
I had to sell my rifle. After paying $250 for it, I only got $120 for it. Now I have two boxes of obselete ammunition that I can't sell, or even use. Two boxes of ammo that cost me $60.
I have a pounding headache, and I should be asleep right now. But it's too damn hot to sleep. I am so tempted to use the $120 I got to last me until my dad gets paid on a hotel room for tonight. A/C, Cable TV, a hot shower, a bed that isn't soggy in my sweat.
At the cost of privacy. Seriously. I don't need my dad a few feet away from me without a wall dividing the space.
...god, my head hurts...
...and I'm sticky with sweat.
I swear, if things don't get better soon, I'm gonna scream.
First off, it is hot. I mean blast furnace hot. The little box fan I run, because I don't want to run my window unit on the neighbor's power, and trip their breaker box, and cause a bunch of crap on that end.
Trying to sleep through this Hellish heat doesn't work. I go to work tired as fuck and dehydrated because of the heat.
Work. Yet again, this is causing me problems.
They're disallowing overtime, to the point of threatening termination. To further reinforce this point, they're cutting our hours. I only got 30 hours this week. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna lose my health insurance behind this. It makes me wonder why they even slate me as a full-time employee. That, and I don't think I'm gonna make it past the 90 day point, and earn my employee discount.
Finances. Because of the cutting of my hours, my pay has dropped. Suprise suprise. And my stupid, overly hopeful ass put down money on a shotgun the other day. $80 that could've went to food. Not to mention I still have to pay $270 on the fucker before I can even take it home. God, I'm such a fucking retard.
I had to sell my rifle. After paying $250 for it, I only got $120 for it. Now I have two boxes of obselete ammunition that I can't sell, or even use. Two boxes of ammo that cost me $60.
I have a pounding headache, and I should be asleep right now. But it's too damn hot to sleep. I am so tempted to use the $120 I got to last me until my dad gets paid on a hotel room for tonight. A/C, Cable TV, a hot shower, a bed that isn't soggy in my sweat.
At the cost of privacy. Seriously. I don't need my dad a few feet away from me without a wall dividing the space.
...god, my head hurts...
...and I'm sticky with sweat.
I swear, if things don't get better soon, I'm gonna scream.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.