*Vacation is over...I need a different job*

This is the last day of my vacation.

During this past week, I applied for two different jobs in hopes that I would not have to return to this shithole job, but I aimed too high. I'm sure they will call me for an interview, but I thought they just loved me so much as we joked around while I filled out my application. I just knew they were going to call me the very next day. Yeah, I expect too much. Hopefully, I'll get a call this week.

I just found out tonight that my hours have been cut again at work! I was at 32 hours, now they need more money for those nifty commercials on TV, so now I'm down to 30 hours.

I fuckin hate them! Their pay never changes, they get salary. Let's see how funny they think it is when we all up and quit their fucking store! They would have to close the store, because our managers do not even know how to operate the cash registers.

Fuck 'em!

Anyway, in other news...I have to move this week. We have to be out on the 18th because we didn't come up with the rent money this month. Big fucking deal. We were gonna be out on the 31st anyway. The bad news is that the rental place charges $5.00 each day until the rent is paid. Who knows when that will be.

Fuck them too!

More bad news...a lightning storm came through our sleepy little town yesterday. Oh, it couldn't come quietly through. NO. It just happened to strike our television and blow it up. yeah. I think I have seriously pissed off God. If so, and He reads this...I'm sorry. Please make it better.

Note to sensitive readers: I know my problems don't seem all that big in the grand scheme of things, but they are causing my some grief at the moment. Please don't tell that there are starving children in some country you can't spell or that I'm lucky to be alive. I know this, but I don't need to hear it just now. Thanks.

So, the television was hooked up to a surge protector. Well, the surge protector protected itself, and the clock radio that was attached, but not the TV. No, it couldn't blow up the radio, it had to hit the most expensive thing. Yeah. No big surprise there.

So, after all that happened yesterday, I was depressed and was shouting, "fuck this", and "fuck that". I was in a rage, and all I wanted to do was hit something. I calmed down, and decided that I had to get away, so I went to bed. This was like 4:00 in the afternoon. I put in a movie for background noise (Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead), and flipped through a magazine (Rue Morgue). After about two hours, I felt myself falling asleep. I was asleep for about 15 minutes and then I just woke up for no reason at all. I was wide awake. I was refreshed. I felt like everything was going to be okay. I don't know why, but I did.

Well, I decided to get up out of bed and go take a shower. I took a luxury shower, washing everything I had :P Halfway through I stepped out of the shower and cut my hair. Just a quick trim. Then I finished my shower to wash off all the dead hair.

About fifteen minutes after I got out of the shower, my dad called and wanted me and Scott to meet him over at the fairgrounds. There was a mini-tractor pull going on, and he wanted us to see it. Well, normally I'm not up for things like this, but I wanted to spend some time with my dad, and he was all alone. It was pretty interesting. I sat there for about 3 1/2 hours, and my butt was numb. I took a picture of one mini-puller or whatever it's called. I like the fact that it has a pumpkin on the front and it's orange and black. Here's a pic...

Some people take this thing seriously, and put a lot of money into these pieces of machinery. There were people there from different states. It was cool.

I was gonna let Jofetish die and fade into the wind, but I've decided to give her some more life pellets and she shall live on...for now.

-lata

eating: nothing, but I'm hungry
hearing: the surreal life in the background
reading: sleepaway by I forgot
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