I hate work.

Okay. I need to rant here. I mean, I really do.

It's not that I hate it.

It's just.. after 8 hours of serving crooked fat chicks, I hate it.

And I hate getting help for every little thing.

I know.

'It's okay. You're new. Blahblahblah.'

But come on. I should have known not to rinse all the fucking coffee pots.

And another thing.

I HATE closing.

I'm new.

WTF am I closing for anyways?!!

And everyone already has established friendships. Which is awkward in ze break room.

Sigh.

I want to go to bed.

I want to sleep enough to wake up for my shift tommorow at twelve.

But I can't.

Because stupid Menewsha and my stupid fucking commisions and my stupid fucking guilt about being so fucking late.

Rawr.

Fuck this.

I'm going to Russia.

Fuck Menewsha.

Fuck Gaia.

Fuck fucking facebook.

I'm out. Outoutoutoutout.

For the night.

I won't be this mad tomorrow.

But right now. I'm pissed. I'm pissed at how I smell like ketchup, I'm pissed that there's a big dirty old pile of dishes for me to do here, and I'm pissed that I'm so tired I can't see and my eyes keep fucking seizing or rolling or whatever the fuck is happing.

I need sleep.

I need my pillow.

Fuck.