Wednesday sucks
06/16/2005 03:42 a.m.
It always does, and I'll tell you why: I don't get paid yet, but I am forced to stay here later than most of the paid employees because I copy edit. I have to be the last person to read everything before we print. Fuck. Not to mention that I sat here for at least 2 hours with nothing to do, and I have nothing to do but wait right now. The guy whose desk is next to mine makes this hideous mouth sucking sound every 30 seconds, in between singing Coldplay songs in a high, whiny voice. Bitch bitch bitch. I'm just cranky because my back is killing me and I'm fucking starving, as usual. I've got to move out of my sister's house, I can barely stand the mess anymore. And whenever she's bored, she likes to stand in the doorway of my room and say "I'm bored." I feel like telling her to smoke a joint and shut up. I need to eat and get out of here, I'm just such a wonderful ball of negativity.