I fucking hate my jobs. Seriously. Give me more than ONE WEEK advance, and hire some more goddamn people so I can actually take a *gasp* WEEKEND OFF. And would the scheduling manager PLEASE do some fucking work? You never do goddamn anything. I don’t give a fuck if you’re getting married— you STILL NEED TO DO WORK. I do at least twice the amount you do and could do your job BETTER and I know you’re getting paid more.
I might quit that one this week. But then I’ll be real fucking ass poor. As in, don’t make enough for rent, poor. Because this country is so goddamn backwards that a college graduate can’t make rent on two minimum wage part time jobs.
Oh, and you know, also FIND A BETTER JOB because I’m college-educated. You’d think I could, but NO. It has nothing to do with how awesome you are or what your skills are. It’s just your social network. Such. Fucking. Bull shit.