Nine Hundred & Seventy One

Theme: Work

I hate work. I hate it. I want to go on sick. Just to have a few days to myself to just relax. I need it. I hate it here so much. I applied for twenty nine jobs tonight. Someone came up to me and accused me of bitching about them, saying that two permanent members of staff have told her and that they have took it up to James. I seriously want to go columbine massacre this place. It's fucking tempting half the time. There all wankers. I come home in tears and I go work in tears. There's no escape from these people. A patient also told me that my boss is asking about me. It doesn't make me feel comfortable. I feel like I'm on borrowed time. I want out. I hope some of these jobs get back to me. I'm going to keep a diary of all the crap that goes on here. When I do leave, in sure my boss's boss would love to hear about it.

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