Damn Is It Cold
How shall I say this................going to work today FUCKING SUCKED ASS!!! In case you didn't get that the first time let me say it again, going to work today FUCKING SUCKED ASS!!!
My alarm went off at 7:15 and I thought to myself, that's weird why is the alarm on for. Then it dawned on me that I worked today. But then I thought oh my clock is fast so I still have some time to sleep before I really have get up. Everything okay so far right? Wrong. Since I moved I actually did set my clock to the correct time, so when I finally dragged myself out of bed at 7:30, it really was 7:30 and not 7:15 as it would have been before my move. I managed to have a shower, get dressed, make my lunch, and accept the fact that I would more than likely be late since I didn't leave my house until 7:55. By the way I start work at 8:30 and I take the bus. Time was definitely not on my side this morning. But somehow I managed to be on time for work. At first I thought this was a good thing. But then as the day progressed and dragged slower, and slower along, I wished that I had been late. At least that way I would have had a shorter day. Hardly no one called and the other businesses on our block were closed. All day I kept thinking to myself, why am I here. I am just staring at the clock, trying to will the time to miraculously say 5. I have two more days to go before this week is done, and I may just have to fake an injury to get out of working these two days. Today was just long, and kept dragging on. I did do some work today, but that still doesn't explain why as I write this why I am fighting the urge to go and take a nap. All I have been doing since this past Thursday is sleeping whenever I got the chance.
I wish I had some hot chocolate right now. I am freezing in here. I have on a sweater, socks (which I can't stand to wear), and both my heaters going in the living room.
Gots to go folks, it's time for black cake and some milk. mmm mmm good.
My alarm went off at 7:15 and I thought to myself, that's weird why is the alarm on for. Then it dawned on me that I worked today. But then I thought oh my clock is fast so I still have some time to sleep before I really have get up. Everything okay so far right? Wrong. Since I moved I actually did set my clock to the correct time, so when I finally dragged myself out of bed at 7:30, it really was 7:30 and not 7:15 as it would have been before my move. I managed to have a shower, get dressed, make my lunch, and accept the fact that I would more than likely be late since I didn't leave my house until 7:55. By the way I start work at 8:30 and I take the bus. Time was definitely not on my side this morning. But somehow I managed to be on time for work. At first I thought this was a good thing. But then as the day progressed and dragged slower, and slower along, I wished that I had been late. At least that way I would have had a shorter day. Hardly no one called and the other businesses on our block were closed. All day I kept thinking to myself, why am I here. I am just staring at the clock, trying to will the time to miraculously say 5. I have two more days to go before this week is done, and I may just have to fake an injury to get out of working these two days. Today was just long, and kept dragging on. I did do some work today, but that still doesn't explain why as I write this why I am fighting the urge to go and take a nap. All I have been doing since this past Thursday is sleeping whenever I got the chance.
I wish I had some hot chocolate right now. I am freezing in here. I have on a sweater, socks (which I can't stand to wear), and both my heaters going in the living room.
Gots to go folks, it's time for black cake and some milk. mmm mmm good.
