08-12-2009, 09:43 AM
Time for yet another vent from me.
Okay, here's the rundown.
I quit my job, for multiple reasons, the main one being I physically can't afford to live down here any longer. The rent alone ate up my entire paycheck, leaving me almost nothing for the other bills and basic necessities for survival. So, I'm moving to South Carolina with my dad and stepmom.
I couldn't transfer, because Wal-Mart is a bunch of greedy assholes. They scheduled me to work 46 hours, then got angry at me when I got overtime. With a 'coaching' on my record, I can't transfer. So fuck them. Fuck Wal-Mart, and fuck this town.
Now, that I can handle. What doesn't help, is my slumlord filed for eviction on us(remember how I said my paycheck didn't cut it?). I just came back from court on it, and they gave us five days to get the fuck out.
Right.
I have 3 cars, 2 of which don't run, 2 dogs, a cat, and a bunch of other shit. Do they REALLY think five days is enough? Luckily, my dad has 'The Hayley Genes'(my mom's words), and he's an expert bullshitter. He managed to lay down a sob story on my slumlord that gave us two more weeks.
I'm freaking out because I think realistically. I don't know if that's enough time.
That, and I have ringworm.
This shit fucking itches, and its on my arms, legs, feet, and chest. I blame Wal-Mart for giving it to me. Now I have to apply this nasty ass cream twice a day for 4 weeks to get rid of it, and in the meantime I look like a fucking leper.
Ugh, and I busted my ass all weekend long replacing the Intake Manifold gaskets on the van. It was either replace them myself, or spend $300 and have a mechanic do it. If I had the money, I would've paid someone to do it. I mean, fuck, I had a 450-pound transmission land on my chest once, and that was still an easier job than fighting my way through the masses of wiring, vacuum lines, and fuel lines to get down to that goddamn intake manifold.
So, in summary,
I hate my job, all of my rich friends,
I hate everyone to the bitter end,
Nothing comes out right, no end in sight,
I HATE MY LIFE.
Okay, here's the rundown.
I quit my job, for multiple reasons, the main one being I physically can't afford to live down here any longer. The rent alone ate up my entire paycheck, leaving me almost nothing for the other bills and basic necessities for survival. So, I'm moving to South Carolina with my dad and stepmom.
I couldn't transfer, because Wal-Mart is a bunch of greedy assholes. They scheduled me to work 46 hours, then got angry at me when I got overtime. With a 'coaching' on my record, I can't transfer. So fuck them. Fuck Wal-Mart, and fuck this town.
Now, that I can handle. What doesn't help, is my slumlord filed for eviction on us(remember how I said my paycheck didn't cut it?). I just came back from court on it, and they gave us five days to get the fuck out.
Right.
I have 3 cars, 2 of which don't run, 2 dogs, a cat, and a bunch of other shit. Do they REALLY think five days is enough? Luckily, my dad has 'The Hayley Genes'(my mom's words), and he's an expert bullshitter. He managed to lay down a sob story on my slumlord that gave us two more weeks.
I'm freaking out because I think realistically. I don't know if that's enough time.
That, and I have ringworm.
This shit fucking itches, and its on my arms, legs, feet, and chest. I blame Wal-Mart for giving it to me. Now I have to apply this nasty ass cream twice a day for 4 weeks to get rid of it, and in the meantime I look like a fucking leper.
Ugh, and I busted my ass all weekend long replacing the Intake Manifold gaskets on the van. It was either replace them myself, or spend $300 and have a mechanic do it. If I had the money, I would've paid someone to do it. I mean, fuck, I had a 450-pound transmission land on my chest once, and that was still an easier job than fighting my way through the masses of wiring, vacuum lines, and fuel lines to get down to that goddamn intake manifold.
So, in summary,
I hate my job, all of my rich friends,
I hate everyone to the bitter end,
Nothing comes out right, no end in sight,
I HATE MY LIFE.