03-23-2009, 11:56 AM
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.
***
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!
***
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.
***
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.
***
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.
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.
***
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!
***
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.
***
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.
***
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 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.