I'll get to updating my photoblog eventually... I promise!
Last night at work was irritating. I'm bored of the people that come in every morning. Scowling every morning. Throwing their money on the counter and avoiding looking at me every morning. Look, I understand that you're on your way to work and that makes you the most miserable muthafucka around... but hooooooly shit. Imagine YOU times ONE HUNDRED and that's what I deal with. Do you make yourself miserable when you think about how miserable you project yourself to be to society? Well imagine how someone that has to deal your fucked up attitude every morning manages. I am there to offer you a fucking service. I am not your boss, your mother-in-law, your divorce lawyer, your mortage lender nor anyone else that may routinely shit on your day. Show some goddamn manners.
To add this awesome mood... I just reread one of the emails I got about my stupid religion class... on top of actually having to read parts of the Bible, I have to write a two page response to these questions:
What part does prayer play in your life?
Who taught you to pray?
What prompts you to pray? (I.e. trouble, disaster, joy, relationships)
Have some of your prayers been answered?
Do you keep a prayer journal?
when do you pray? Before meals? before going to sleep?
I can answer all of these questions simply by answering the first question: I do not pray. Period.
ugh ugh ugh.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment