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World War Hulk.


We are agian not fucking impressed. nothing like picking up my pay to see my hours have been fucking cut back agian... i guess i know exactly where i stand on the pathetic political totem pole, fuckers. I have the desire to be there but i have to consider my own child and working myself to death and not seeing him is hell, esp. when all he does on saturday night is attach himself to the hip till 2 am and refuse to sleep in his own bed. I don't think i'm going to sacrifice any more weekends for this job.. this is getting pathetic. my next paycheque won't even cover the bills.. what a fucking joke... i should really start thinking about quitting. there are other options and I need to start looking into them, it's not becoming a choice anymore. i have my reasons. i have passion and desire for this job but I am not going to let my life be affected by bad decsion making and If i have to be unemployed for a month or two agian it's better than the uncertainity of when and if another shift is going to be taking away. I had 35 hours in two weeks.. what kind of fucking cosmic joke is that? I have a kid to feed, an ex wife to give child support to and i have to feed myself... fuck I can go out to Windsor to busk for the weekend and make more fucking money than that.. I am seriously fucking questioning my future here... what the hell do i do... I'm looking forward to the cardboard box while everything goes into storage... go figure Story of my life... Nothing's ever certain and once i find some stabilty it all comes crashing down... maybe i should just walk away from everything and find a new path.. disapeer. Maybe i should.. it's not like i am being removed from everything important in my life in st. catherines anyways... sacrifice means nothing when certian people don't give a damn...of course she's gonna drain the wallet anyways.

Current Mood: Angry, hopeless, unsure, betrayed.
Current Music: Rhianna, Disturbia.

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