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Seriously. I've told multiple people to kill me now. I've told my co-workers while I was on break that I was only three days in, and I wanted to kill myself.

You've seen me vent about many things, but this is a whole new one. This also serves as a mini reminder for me, due to the large amount of money I owe people.

Yes, lets start with the root of all this evil. Money. I currently owe:

$40 - My Brother
$1000 - Green Mountain Energy Company
$300 - Landlord
$250 - Kyuubi no Kitsune from here.
$100 - in brake parts for the van, from one of my neighbors.

-and-

I had to ask not only Rax/Altima/Dan/etc., one of my good friends from here, for money so that I could afford to eat this week, but I also had to ask my mom for $20 and to buy the uniform clothes I need for my job.

This is why I want you to kill me.

That holier-than-thou bitch has forever been on my ass. If she wasn't beating it, she was yelling at me how I'm ruining my life. Asking to borrow money from her is the icing on the cake. From here on out, she can use that for fuel when bitching about MY life. I'd rather drink drain cleaner than deal with that shit.

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Next up, the job.

Ahh, yes. Wal-Mart. Truly the root of all evil. With low prices and mindless zombies working there. Truly is a magical place. Not.

Those goddamn CBLs(Computer Based Learning modules). And those chairs. The CBLs I can handle. The chairs I can't. You sit there for hours on end, and your ass and the back of your legs end up feeling like they're on fire. Can they at least take some cushions from Home Furnishings? Seriously?! My ass feels like someone fucked it with a forklift.

And why do I have to train on a goddamn register?! I'm a stocker. I get paid to put cans on shelves, not check people out! And why do I have to train during the day?! I'm slated for overnight shift. Seriously. 10pm-7am. I have to go in tuesday at 9am and get out at 6pm. Totally and completely fucked with my sleep schedule. And they only gave me one day off between training and floor work so that I can shift my sleep schedule back to where its supposed to be!

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My boots.

Standing for eight hours in steel-toed boots is one thing. But, no. I'm poor. It has to be something else.

I don't have socks, or insoles for those things. So standing behind the register today felt like someone hammering railroad spikes into my feet.

And I think I might be getting trenchfoot. My feet smell like ass, and there's a sore on top of one of them that itches and hurts at the same time.

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Home.

Goddamn light company. How I hate them so. They are truly villians of the darkest caliber. The light bill went from $352(WHICH WAS PAID) to $700, to $1000, all with statements saying we didn't pay the bill before it. My dad has the bank statement FOR MY BANK ACCOUNT that shows a $352 check to Green Mtn. Energy going through. And they have no record of it. And I'm stuck in the dark. At least I'm at work during the heat of the day, and get to sleep during the cool of the night, but that changes next saturday, when I start night shift.

And the fleas. God. Damn. Where are these little shits coming from?! They just fucking appeared out of nowhere, and they're biting my ass like it's a fucking cake or something.

And that goddamn kitten. My dad got a kitten that we named Chairman Meow. That little fucker threw up on me yesterday, right before I was supposed to go to work. And then I spilled coffee on the other side on accident, so it looked like I was lactating brown through my shirt. And my nametag could only cover one stain.

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The slumlord.

Seriously. This asshole all of a sudden wants to play landlord. He rented out the place next door, and went all Nazi on my ass because I have my car parked in the neighbor's garage.

ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCK WITH ME, SHITHEAD?!

He wants a 3,800 pound car that does not run moved yesterday, while I have an actual job to go to. If that asshole wants to play landlord, than I'll play disgruntled tenant. He needs to bring the wiring up to code, the plumbing up to code, exterminate the termites, fix the busted windows, fix the stairs that bounce when you step on them, insulate the building, and shore up several critical structural weaknesses. Then I'll move my car.

Seriously. The shit dropping down from the rafters is chipping my paint, and lowering my cars value.

Then he goes Captain Butthurt because my dad got a new car(the Monte Carlo on my FA). There is no stipulation anywhere in the housing lease that says we can only have so many cars. Seriously. His bitching is getting to be annoying.

Then there's the dogs he's bitching about. We rented this shithole under the understanding that pets were allowed. I have ONE(1) German Shepherd, ONE(1) large breed mutt, and ONE(1) kitten. Unless you happen to count the vermin infestation as pets.

Those damn dogs just won't shut the fuck up. Every night about 2am, they start barking, and wake my ass up. I yell at them and threaten to kill them, and they shut up. I go back to sleep, but that totally fucks up my night, and I wake up groggy and unresponsive.



So, in short, put a bullet in my brain, I beg of you, before I start dumping bodies in the Brazos river.

The only thing I can really help you on is Wal-Mart.

Quote:And why do I have to train on a goddamn register?! I'm a stocker. I get paid to put cans on shelves, not check people out! And why do I have to train during the day?! I'm slated for overnight shift. Seriously. 10pm-7am. I have to go in tuesday at 9am and get out at 6pm. Totally and completely fucked with my sleep schedule. And they only gave me one day off between training and floor work so that I can shift my sleep schedule back to where its supposed to be!

They do that because they want you to have some understanding of how to do the job in case they need more people up there on those busy holidays and special deal days (ever seen Wal-Mart at Christmas?). I had to do the same thing when I worked at Wal-Mart and Target for the same reason. It should only be for a few more weeks give or take.

Yes, but that was before they discontinued the layaway policy. Back when people would gangrush the back desk with 4 shopping carts full of shit. I don't think it could be that bad nowadays.

My only response.

You should negotiate with the power company, especially if you have a statement saying you paid partially already. For the rest, cut expenses, e.g. $352 is more than my power bill in a year.

That rolls back to the shitty building. It has the old, REALLY OLD, aluminum wiring in the walls. Not only is it an extreme fire hazard, but is the least efficient wire ever used. The breaker box, when power was applied to it, screamed due to one circuit being overloaded. What the fuck. Who's bright idea was it to wire three rooms, roughly six outlets, into one circuit, using wiring that was around when Thomas Edison was alive?!

And they won't listen. They basically told us to pay the $1000, and then we'll get the lights cut back on. I seriously need to report them to the BBB.

Oh, another fun fact that pisses me off. The stove never worked in this shithole. We had to buy a countertop oven to cook our meals in. The refridgerator also quit on us three months after moving in, so we had to buy a minifridge as a replacement, along with a chest freezer. Does the landlord do anything about it? No.

He can kiss the fattest part of my grey, furry ass.

Last night, Chairman Meow took a shit in my bed. With me in it. Right next to my fucking head. Goddamn. Is that cat retarded, and can't find the litterbox, or does he just hate me?

I moved the cars today on an empty stomach. Lack of food and a Hitler-riffic landlord. I had to push over four tons of iron and steel allover creation, and both cars had low air pressure in the tires. Not really pissed about that, just really tired.

And now, I have to go to bed uber early, so that I can wake up at six a.m. and get ready to go to work by nine. It takes three hours because I'm lagged out that early in the morning and I kinda just stand in the shower until the water wakes me up. God, I can't wait to see the gas bill....

Oh, and Magus, thanks for the pic. That cheered me up somewhat.

I have a collection of epic cat pictures, and when I saw a thread like this, I had to. I'm glad it cheered you up.

Something tells me our friendship won't survive the deranged, malevolent Chairman Meow.

That and it REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEALLY might be time to get with Wayne Dolcefino, now that Marvin Zindler is.....

MARVIN ZINDLER, EYEWITNESS NEWS!!!!

God, I miss hearing that. It makes you feel old when the newscaster you've known your entire life dies.

It does? I'm glad I'm way too young to feel old for like another twenty years. :D