Work is Wprk

So I kinda quit working at the warehouse.

Monday I wasn't feeling well, but the foreman guilted me into staying my full shift.

Tuesday I woke up and still wasn't feeling peachy keen, so I phoned in to tell them I wouldn't be there.

Wednesday I woke up and felt better for having missed a day at the warehouse so I decided to take another. Thankfully I got the answering machine so I didnt have to play sick.

Wednesday afternoon I decided that having that many days off it was going to be rough to get back into the schedule so...

Thursday morning I just didn't go.

OH NOES! A no-call no-show! That's going to go on my record...


So I don't work there anymore... Just gotta get my roommate to take in my nametags when he goes to work.

The good news is I'm not unemployed... In 8 hours I will be at the Golf Course again! Yay!

yup... that's an update.

Regarding the Worst Job in the Universe

Well. maybe it's not the worst job in the universe, but it can be quite terrible...

I work in a warehouse atm. Please check your brain at the door. If I do happen to stumble into consciousness in the hours I am there, I want to tear open a box of whatever is nearest me (usually kitty litter, for some unfortunate reason) and find a creative way to kill myself...

Not because of an overwhelmingly urge to die. Just because killing myself in a creative way would require slightly more brain activity then anything else I could do in that building.

Seriously. It's like watching "EXTREME EXPLOSIONS 6" on Fox, that's how much thought it requires.

I called in sick the other day.

Not because I was sick, mind you. It was because I couldn't prepare myself for the boredom.

The golf course will be open soon... I got a "soon" phone call last week... Thank god... I don't know if I can make it much longer.