03-14-2009, 08:43 AM
I've spent a lot of years dealing with stress. Cold, manipulative mothers, distant fathers, ignorant brothers and down right stupid friends. But, through all that, I haven't felt like this before.
I'm stressing out bigtime. I just got a job interview done at Popeye's Chicken & Biscuits for a cashier position, and I have an interview at 7:45 at Wal-Mart for a Night CS Rep(restocking returned merchandise). From what I heard, Wal-Mart is a double-edged sword. They're slave-drivers(so I heard), but they have excellent benefits.
I honestly don't know what to do. I haven't slept all night from the nervousness, my stomach is killing me, I haven't had an urge to smoke all day, I'm hot, I'm cold, and I'm snapping at my friends from the stress!
...this is the good stress, right? I don't know. I'm freaking out.
I'm stressing out bigtime. I just got a job interview done at Popeye's Chicken & Biscuits for a cashier position, and I have an interview at 7:45 at Wal-Mart for a Night CS Rep(restocking returned merchandise). From what I heard, Wal-Mart is a double-edged sword. They're slave-drivers(so I heard), but they have excellent benefits.
I honestly don't know what to do. I haven't slept all night from the nervousness, my stomach is killing me, I haven't had an urge to smoke all day, I'm hot, I'm cold, and I'm snapping at my friends from the stress!
...this is the good stress, right? I don't know. I'm freaking out.
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.
