Sidetracks

Think your job's horrible? Me too. It took me an entire month of torture (with that old woman) before I reached this decision. I have decided to resign. (CHEERS!) No more beecheh comments from that old beetch. No more having to look at the black face of my manager (no pun intended). Finally, I am free once more. The freedom, the space, it's wonderful, I almost missed it. One more month before the hols end, and I ain't going to spend it stucked in a bloody kitchen, with a bloody woman who's probably going to be there for the rest of her life, making burgers every single day (guys, this isn't an instigation for you to quit your job, no, don't funking do it, it will be insanity) nor having to deal with backstabbing any longer. I may have to grow up and face all this crap someday, but someday's still a long way away (poetry in motion, or is it rhyming?) so it's time for me to appreciate being young, and live life to its fullest without having to go through this sort of crap! Just so you know I am quitting not because I am a petty guy, there are some factors you should know about. One, the pay's only three fifty an hour, expected, from a fastfood outlet. Two, I live practically halfway around the world from the workplace. Three, yes, beaches (you know what i mean). Well, now I am pretty much free to type again, since you must have noticed that i hadn't been doing so for the past two weeks or so. To FREEDOM!