fuck shogun, not the employees. fuck favorites, fuck working my ass off for nothing, fuck being told i have to fight for my shifts because someone is better then me, fuck working 80 hrs two weeks ten shift a week and me not being an asset to your fucking restaurant, fuck you for not being able to do your job as a manager and thinking you can tell me how to do mine, fuck working five hours making 30 bucks, fuck no appreciation for anything, no good job, fuck special treatment, fuck working in a fucking disgusting health code breaking dump, fuck the sushi chief and ur dumb energy drink, fuck no one caring, listening or resolving. fuck.
phew.. next day off im seriously looking for another job, im sick of being over worked, unappreciated, and poor. i refuse to no longer work as much and hard as i do with no respect and no money its a waste of my time and patience.
everything is looking down. but im having the best time with the past couple of days. work blows giant whale hole, getting shit for tips sense the restaurant has been dead and only having old confused people as visitors.
"heres a nickle for your tips sweetie.. oh fuck it take two nickles." joking with katie about the old crowed shogun has seen lately makes it much betta.
i really dislike being poor at the moment, it especially sucks when you actually need money. i suppose its about that time to get a new slash second job.
Tomorrow is a new beginning. a new future. If this new chapter of our life had different levels of experience our life would be set on hard. We have already taken the easy way, on our own stupidity went to the next level of medium to were we have landed ourselves to hard. I’m excited, nervous and already overwhelmed, both of us i should say. I only wish there was a fast forward button, because we all know rewind is never an option. This isn’t even day one! But i gotta stay positive, just thinking about all that money ill be saving. Going to get me some gauges, blah blah basically everything of course first priority is a home or i mean apartment wooo!
The article in the newspaper was tiny, considering the crime. It told of a six-year-old girl who had lured a local toddler from his yard, taken him to a nearby woodland, tied him to a tree and set fir to him. The boy, badly burned, was in hospital. All that was said in what amounted to no more than a space filler below the comic strips on page six. I read it and, repulsed, I turned the page and went on.
Six weeks later, Ed, the special education director, phoned me. It was early January, the day we were returning from our Christmas break, “There’s going to be a new girl in your class. Remember that girl who set fire to the kid in November…?”
I don’t like you But I love you Seems that I’m always Thinking of you Oh, oh, oh, You treat me badly I love you madly You’ve really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me) You really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me)
Baby, I don’t want you But I need you Don’t want to kiss you But I need to Oh, oh, oh You do me wrong now My love is strong now You’ve really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me) You really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me)
Baby, I love you and all I want you to do Is just hold me (please), hold me (squeeze), hold me, hold me
I want to leave you Don’t want to stay here Don’t want to spend Another day here Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh You do me wrong now My love is strong now You’ve really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me) You really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me)
I love you and all I want you to do Is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me Hold me Hold me Hold me Hold me Hold me Hold me Hold me Hold me Hold me Hold me