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Burning Out......


It's fucking frustrating to find out on the last monday of the month that you may not be able to afford rent because you just went back to work and the employer is playing games with something you are due with a layoff of an extended period. Of course welcome to Ontario goverment, a Place where you are better off homeless and drug addicted than gainfully employed. why bother being educated, it's seems the only one around here that get's to suffer is my little boy, i have to give up a trip to the cottage and a week at the beach just tanning to spend my midnights at a crap job full off attitude for minimum wage, while the black hole of Debt continues to spiral downward... but of course that's how the wiorld works, the little guy always get's the shaft, I am so sick of sacrificing time with my son for this job, and Now i may have scrub my fucking plans for the entire summer because I can't afford Rent? what The fucking Hell? It's time to be elsewhere, even If the future is promising here I am just wondering how long it will take for the knives to return and stab me in the back, oh that's right, thanks to mickey mouse management they never left.

Current Mood: Pissed.
It's better to burn out, then to fade away.

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