So, I was asked a... maybe ironic? question at work today. One of the people I share my position with asks me "Have they cut your hours too?" I say... No, not really. I ask if she cut down her availability. "Well yeah, I only work tuesday-friday and sunday nights in x times"... Well. Now. Let's see. Cut availability. Trying to snag the good hours. Other people doing the same. Yeah, you're not going to work much. But here's where I start really getting enter-fucking-tained. I ask what happend to saturday night? "Well, my parents both work and I don't see them much..." Fuck. I have a fucking family too. I am sure they like seeing me on the weekends and want me to join in whatever their plans are on that particular weekend. I am sure I can change my availibility too. But I don't because I don't need to. It's not a necessity. But if I did, I certainly wouldn't complain about getting my hours cut. Fuck. Sorry. Shit pisses me off to no end. I close the place all weekend to hear this girl complain about her lack of hours? Please. I am going to stop now... I swear. It's done. Buried. Never to be excavated again.
On a lighter note... I will be relaxing the next few days, outside of contact of this humble web page and all other web pages around the world. I suppose my cell phone would be on, but really, why the fuck would you call me? Well... Some of you have reasons, and I encourage random phone calls.
Now to attract a phone book of more than 15... I'm pathetic, I think. At least in that aspect.
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