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| current | archives | profile | notes | gbook | host Reading: Theft - Peter Carey I have said it before and I will say it again; people suck. I'm sorry, but I refuse to serve anyone when I am on my break. Anyone who interprets "sorry but I'm in the middle of my break" as the company doesn't care about them is an idiot. Instead they should interpret it as "she is in the middle of her break, the only part of the day she doesn't spend complying with every request. Considering there are three other people currently working and I am the next person in line, this is not an enormous grievance." Sure, I don't mind if there's a huge line or only one person on the floor. But I want my plum dammit!
And mum, seriously, what is your problem? I ask you to pick me up some moisturiser because I am all out and you act as if I'm asking you to buy me a tv. Then when I give you the money to get it for me because I am working all day and can't get it myself, you tell me to keep my money. And somehow, with your Jedi mind tricks, I end up feeling bad. What. The. Fuck. I shouldn't feel guilty over damn moisturiser! And I'm sick of your tattoos, and the way you always criticize the Smiths... and Morrissey. And now Monty Python is mocking me. Always look on the bright side of life *whistles* Always look on the bright side of life. For life is quite absurd and death's the final word. But when I say let's keep in touch, I really mean I wish that you'd grow up. So I have come to the conclusion that becoming an author really is my only career possibility. I hate people too much to work with them. At least as an author I get paid to lock myself in a room for months on end and eat chocolate. And I'm sick of your tattoos, and the way you don't appreciate Brand New... or me Except I have no inspiration. The harder I try to find some, the more it disappears. Stupid fucking brain. Mutters. I tried to give you up but I'm addicted - 2008-02-03
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