when I’m having a bad day:
I’ve got an interview at a data entry place that pays $13.00 an hour and is full time on Monday. Here’s to quick turnarounds.
And I’m conflicted on how I feel about it. On one end, I’m absolutely crushed. My plans to visit Alison aren’t looking good right now, my plans for anything really are gone right now, and I genuinely liked some of my co-workers.
On the other hand, I’m overjoyed that I don’t have to work for that racist, outdated, small minded cunt anymore. She was, without a doubt, the worst person I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting and the only human being I would ever wish would get the worst karma in the world to her for the rest of her life for her opinions on people and their lives.
But mostly I’m destroyed. I don’t know when I’m going to see Alison next, I have no job, I live with my parents and I’m pretty much a fucking loser.
I seriously think it is impossible to get any more comfortable right now. Only missing one thing right now and she knows who she is to make this perfect.