That's about it. The last 3 months worth of venting. In a very small package. Tune in tomorrow for more complaining and commentary. Later.
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| Ok. Let's backtrack a little bit now. The journal has been offline for over 6 months. Why you ask? I was catching shit from friends whom I was writing about. But you know what I decided? I don't care. I know, what a realization. Because of the time span from then to now, I'm going to go over the last few months really quickly. Bear with me here. -- Work is fine. But people there are getting on my nerves. If you don't like being asked questions, and you don't like people, they you shouldn't fucking work in Customer Service. Morons! How can you be mad at someone for calling, when you're there to take their call!? That's what you're fucking paid for. -- If one more person comments on the fact that I graduated 26th in my HS class and I "dropped out of college" I'm going to kick them in the ass. Yes, I know I screwed up for awhile, but guess what I don't care!! I didn't need to go to school nor did I want to. Yea, I'm good in school but doesn't mean I have to go. It's not like I sit around all day and do nothing. I work two jobs, help out at home and I am going back to school. But you know why? Because I want to. Not because you think I should. You think by making those comments you'll pressure me into "making something of myself?" Think again, moron. -- "Guy's Night Out." Oye. You must think I'm an idiot. You really must. I don't care what you're doing. Even though we both know that Guy's Night usually doesn't consist of anything more than Hooters, movies and going drinking. And to tell me it's not personal is insulting. Grow up people. Do you really think that my life depends on what movie we see on Friday? I now have other friends. People who CARE about where I am on the weekends and actually ask me continually to hang out with them. But me, being sentimental, missed hanging out with you. I know I'm a fucking moron, but what can I say. And then you think you did nothing wrong? Give me a break, guys. You're not fooling me, don't fool yourselves. Telling me I'm immature? Mon Dieu, I didnt think you that idiotic. Oh, I know I have been immature but not lately. You try doing what I do for a job and then tell me I'm immature or lacking in common sense. And there's one of you (wild guess) who always prided himself with that fact that if he has a problem with people, he'll go right out and tell them. I didn't talk to you for 3 fucking months. Yet I hear from the grapevine that you're annoyed with how I act and don't like my immaturity. We're not going to get into the hypocrisy of that right now. And as a final side note, yes I might be talking and hanging out with you again, but don't expect me to trust you any time soon. I'm not that naive. That's about it. The last 3 months worth of venting. In a very small package. Tune in tomorrow for more complaining and commentary. Later. |
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