*sigh* I'm working two 9 hour days in a row starting tomorrow. I'm trying so hard not to go down to my doctor to get a medical certificate but...it's so tempting.

Sure, the money would be nice since I'm taking Scott out to dinner at one of the more expensive resturants in town next week for his birthday, but god I hate that job. With a passion.

And they put me on to work all day Sunday this weekend even though I said 2 weeks ago that working this weekend was a no-no. So I called and Tara answered the phone and took down my message (I even had the balls to ask for Boxing Day off...go me!) and then she proceeds to tell me that she quit last week and it's her last day.

What the hell!

That's 2 people leaving there in one week. See how horrible it is to work there my friends?

So I some what jokingly said that it was a bad time for me to quit.

I think she may have taken me completely seriously.

Sure, I'd love to quit but I doubt that me doing so will impress future employers.

"Why did you leave Zamel's ?"

"Because I hated the people, the place and every single damn thing about the job made me want to stab myself and others"

Plus Scott said that he'd kill me if I quit, so I doubt that I will.

On Monday I trod on a piece of glass and cut open my foot. That was fucking fantastic. The cut is still not healed and walking is not really the best thing that I can do right now.

Yet another reason why I shouldn't work this week.

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