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Bitterweed Bears Bitter Fruit
Jan. 19th, 2002 10:07 pmHey there...
So here I am, on a day off, completely alone inside my house. Why am I not happy?
I really hate depression; it sneaks up on you when you least expect it, especially when you can already feel the downward slide happening. I've done my best to ignore it, but it's finally caught up with me, I guess. So I'll just sit here and wallow for a bit.
It's nothing serious, just you know...an off day.
Work was particularly bad yesterday; when I came in 2nd shift (a guy named John...how generic is that? "You know, John, from that convenience store!") told me we were our of regular and mid-grade gas, have been for a few hours, and we were also out of shopping bags. Great. Exactly what I wanted to hear.
The depths of human stupidity never cease to confound me. Even though there were signs where the nozzles hang on every pump *and* I told them over the intercom that we were out of regular and mid-grade gas and *only* had premium, half the people still came up to me, bitching me out and asking why the pumps wouldn't work. By around 2 a.m., it was all that I could do to keep from punching people, and by 6 a.m. I hated the entire world. Drunk, rude and rich frat-boy assholes marching in a steady procession, all of them bitching about the fact they can't have convenient little carrying bags to take their munchie food and orange juice back to the nice little SUVs their daddies paid for...
I fucking *hate* this. I hate being a cynical bastard, I hate immediately loathing someone just because they wear Abercrombie and Fitch...bah.
I just need a breather, which I'm getting right now, and wasting by bitching in front of the computer. I'm gonna go do something constructive.
So here I am, on a day off, completely alone inside my house. Why am I not happy?
I really hate depression; it sneaks up on you when you least expect it, especially when you can already feel the downward slide happening. I've done my best to ignore it, but it's finally caught up with me, I guess. So I'll just sit here and wallow for a bit.
It's nothing serious, just you know...an off day.
Work was particularly bad yesterday; when I came in 2nd shift (a guy named John...how generic is that? "You know, John, from that convenience store!") told me we were our of regular and mid-grade gas, have been for a few hours, and we were also out of shopping bags. Great. Exactly what I wanted to hear.
The depths of human stupidity never cease to confound me. Even though there were signs where the nozzles hang on every pump *and* I told them over the intercom that we were out of regular and mid-grade gas and *only* had premium, half the people still came up to me, bitching me out and asking why the pumps wouldn't work. By around 2 a.m., it was all that I could do to keep from punching people, and by 6 a.m. I hated the entire world. Drunk, rude and rich frat-boy assholes marching in a steady procession, all of them bitching about the fact they can't have convenient little carrying bags to take their munchie food and orange juice back to the nice little SUVs their daddies paid for...
I fucking *hate* this. I hate being a cynical bastard, I hate immediately loathing someone just because they wear Abercrombie and Fitch...bah.
I just need a breather, which I'm getting right now, and wasting by bitching in front of the computer. I'm gonna go do something constructive.
