[swervedriver]

I watched the last episode of Scrubs tonight, it was really heavy to watch. Fucking awesome way to end it, but yet so sad. I've been watching it since it started, it's like a part of me has died

Just did the same, and feel the same. I need a hug.

This might cheer you up:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/8053531.stm

Actually, it doesn't. The story's finished as far as I'm concerned, this is just ABC trying to milk the series. Which I think won't be that successful, thus leaving a bitter aftertaste.

Like someone would now decide to make a new half-assed Sopranos season. It's finished, just drop it.

Late night blues, wish I was anywhere but where I am. It's 3AM. Off to bed.

i'm trying to sleep, but i CAN'T because i'm coughing too much

lozenges?
I hope you get some rest.

foul

Oh, what up, NSTBedtime? You want to do this whole "worst of the animal kingdom" thing?

Alright:



Leeches are quite un-awesome, and make me scream like a girl.

don't make me. don't. fuck.




over the line? lol

fuck off with that shit NST

So, please allow me to let out some unawesomeness for a moment, then I'll let it go:
I just got this new job, and it seemed really great. It's wonderful having an income again. But, today on only my seventh day on the job... I'm starting to realize that I'm just not meant to work there. Working there would mean a complete personality change.
It's a nice enough place, but it's basically a commission job - although they don't actually say it is. Individuals' sales are tracked and monitored constantly. Competition to sell is high, co-workers are aggressive, all anyone cares about is bringing in money at the expense of everything else.
I'm not that person, who can just go up to people and hassle them into buying stuff. I'm not aggressive, or pushy, or particularly talkative with strangers. I'm shy, quiet, but very friendly after a while. The pressure to sell $1,000 worth of stuff in 4 hours, with a certain number of units per transactions is ridiculous. I've been there SEVEN DAYS, c'mon!! That's messed up.

I can't keep this job, I'm not cut out for it. I would never survive it.
Fuck.

And I can't put up with rich-people bullshit. Rich people are the clientele, and many of them aren't very worried about others' feelings.

i'm trying to sleep, but i CAN'T because i'm coughing too much

Oh dude - allergies? I've got them so bad. The only plus is that having a fucked up throat from coughing and sneezing makes my voice sound AWESOME. Funny how afflictions can make your voice temporarily deeper.

foul

Those things are all around in the summer time. Those things are nasty, but harmless. They just like digging... so I don't have a problem with 'em.

So, please allow me to let out some unawesomeness for a moment, then I'll let it go:
I just got this new job, and it seemed really great. It's wonderful having an income again. But, today on only my seventh day on the job... I'm starting to realize that I'm just not meant to work there. Working there would mean a complete personality change.
It's a nice enough place, but it's basically a commission job - although they don't actually say it is. Individuals' sales are tracked and monitored constantly. Competition to sell is high, co-workers are aggressive, all anyone cares about is bringing in money at the expense of everything else.
I'm not that person, who can just go up to people and hassle them into buying stuff. I'm not aggressive, or pushy, or particularly talkative with strangers. I'm shy, quiet, but very friendly after a while. The pressure to sell $1,000 worth of stuff in 4 hours, with a certain number of units per transactions is ridiculous. I've been there SEVEN DAYS, c'mon!! That's messed up.

I can't keep this job, I'm not cut out for it. I would never survive it.
Fuck.

And I can't put up with rich-people bullshit. Rich people are the clientele, and many of them aren't very worried about others' feelings.

I believe you were the one who said you work at Pier 1. If so, I'm sorry. Pier 1 is a horrible place. The very center of consumerism hell. It's a potpourri shop, little in there serves a useful purpose. Don't make any rash decisions, but remember that despite the ailing economy, it's not TOO hard to get a part time job, so long as you pursue it actively. When you hand in applications, start a conversation, make yourself memorable, prove to them without even looking at the application that you are willing to work your ass off. You can always get another job. It's not like you have a degree in Pier 1.

There's putting up with things that you don't like at a job, and then there's taking a job that you don't like.

fuck off with that shit NST

I'm sorry. Insensitivity. There's something cruel in my character.

Hey thanks, islands. I really needed to hear that. Yeah that's where I work right now - man, I thought it was going to be fun too. It is Cut. Throat.

You really think there are other jobs out there? I sure hope so. Getting another job before leaving one is probably a safe move. I'm going to try that. And I agree with your job tactics. Making yourself memorable is key, innit? You do have to be a little aggressive to get a job, but you shouldn't have to stay aggressive at the job - at least not at a part time retail job

Oh! And It's on-call. They didn't really explain that so well when I got hired... gotta call every morning to see if I have to go in that day.

Well, enough about me. Thanks for the advice.

Leeches are quite un-awesome, and make me scream like a girl.

I say I say I resent that remark.

Un-awesome.. I actually have nought to complain about. Although that there was a pretty awful rhyme!

Unawesome: the keys to my bike fell in the gap between the elevator and the floor. I've been trying to fish them out all day but no luck yet

[Blazingmonga]

In the 2 hours I was out of my flat today going to the hospital somebody broke into our stairwell and stole my bike.

Who steals a bike from a cripple?

I am so fucking angry just now.

I can even see it from my door. And I had been in all day otherwise. What the fuck?