Well, tonight is my first night on this new 8PM to 5AM schedule. I'm really not tryna fuck with it, but eh? Let's see how tonight goes. Hopefully I'll like it. I'm not doing this shit for longer than a few weeks, though. Like, I'm not even trying to be funny, but I'm still a young man. You have me work 8PM to 5AM on the weekends, where does my life come into play? Nothing kicks off before 8 and nothing is still going on at 5am. You've pretty much stripped me of my life. This schedule is for older people who have older children and have other business to take care of in the day, that way they're able to work the night shift. I'm the only person working the shift, too. I'm saying, why didn't you ask one of the older people? You just gave me the shift? I'm the youngest person in the department, yo. I'm sorry, but that's foul.
So, yesterday I went to get my check and everything. It was SUPPOSED to be my day off. As soon as I get my check, my store manager asks me to stay. What type of gay shit is that? Like, nigga first you have me working 8PM to 5AM, now you want me to work 10am to 3pm? Nigga, you're gay as shit. Nigga pretty much made me stay. Eh, you've just completely fucked up my sleeping schedule. Like, what if I have other things to do in my life? Whatever, I'm not doing this shit past May. Matter of fact, let me set an exact date for this shit now.
China and I talked about religion last night. I love politicking about religion. I'm not the most religious person, but I am spiritual. I do believe in God and I do accept Jesus as my Lord and savior. I consider myself to be a Christian, but there are some things that I believe are misinterpreted and corrupted. I don't question anything that God set's forth though. Eh, I'll talk more on this when I have the time.
So, my next day off is Thursday. I might not be blogging a lot with this new schedule because those are usually the hours that I do blog. I'll try to keep y'all posted when I get home at 5am and shit, but I doubt that goes down. When I get off, I'll most likely be extremely tired. This shit is really pissing me off the more I think about it. Yep, I've set it up. I'm not doing this past the week of May 12th. That's my word and I bet I won't. So that's two weeks. Keep y'all fingers crossed. Right now, I have to get out of here, though. It's 7PM.
Talk to y'all whenever I can.
So, yesterday I went to get my check and everything. It was SUPPOSED to be my day off. As soon as I get my check, my store manager asks me to stay. What type of gay shit is that? Like, nigga first you have me working 8PM to 5AM, now you want me to work 10am to 3pm? Nigga, you're gay as shit. Nigga pretty much made me stay. Eh, you've just completely fucked up my sleeping schedule. Like, what if I have other things to do in my life? Whatever, I'm not doing this shit past May. Matter of fact, let me set an exact date for this shit now.
China and I talked about religion last night. I love politicking about religion. I'm not the most religious person, but I am spiritual. I do believe in God and I do accept Jesus as my Lord and savior. I consider myself to be a Christian, but there are some things that I believe are misinterpreted and corrupted. I don't question anything that God set's forth though. Eh, I'll talk more on this when I have the time.
So, my next day off is Thursday. I might not be blogging a lot with this new schedule because those are usually the hours that I do blog. I'll try to keep y'all posted when I get home at 5am and shit, but I doubt that goes down. When I get off, I'll most likely be extremely tired. This shit is really pissing me off the more I think about it. Yep, I've set it up. I'm not doing this past the week of May 12th. That's my word and I bet I won't. So that's two weeks. Keep y'all fingers crossed. Right now, I have to get out of here, though. It's 7PM.
Talk to y'all whenever I can.
2 comments:
No more word racer, huh?
Poor thing.
:(
Got my bew working stupid hours.
THOSE ..UUH..PUNKS!
("punk" is my substituted word for a swear word..)
Keep your head up, bae!
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