First off, an apology to anyone who gets freaked out by this, but I'm quite upset.
J**** M*********ing H. CHRIST.
I went to bed at an ungodly early hour, told people I was working the day shift today, and wake up bright and early to go to work at U8TV, and it turns out that I can't even trust my own goddamn memory.
I work at 8 PM tonight, not AM. So now all I can do is fucking come back home, wasting another hour of my waking life and my own coin on the subway, and sit in front of a monitor or TV screen at home, only to return in 12 hours.
I have have fucking nothing to do now. Usually I'm happy to do nothing, but this time I'm just peeved. I've told everyone I'm working the day shift, so everyone thinks I'm at work. How wrong I was.
I want to quit. The most that I'm going to get out of the rest of this company's lifespan is a few hundred dollars. But the stress I've accumulated from it is just not worth the trouble. And because the people I'm recording are being all secretive now ('cause their lives are up in 2 weeks on the show - reality SUCKS), it just makes me want to put the cameras on a wide view, turn up an ambient microphone and leave.
Maybe I'll just go hide in a fucking cave for a few months. By that time my damn mind might be empty enough to remember when I'm supposed to work.
I almost just went to Future Shop and picked up the PDA. I have no more patience for my own memory.
J**** M*********ing H. CHRIST.
I went to bed at an ungodly early hour, told people I was working the day shift today, and wake up bright and early to go to work at U8TV, and it turns out that I can't even trust my own goddamn memory.
I work at 8 PM tonight, not AM. So now all I can do is fucking come back home, wasting another hour of my waking life and my own coin on the subway, and sit in front of a monitor or TV screen at home, only to return in 12 hours.
I have have fucking nothing to do now. Usually I'm happy to do nothing, but this time I'm just peeved. I've told everyone I'm working the day shift, so everyone thinks I'm at work. How wrong I was.
I want to quit. The most that I'm going to get out of the rest of this company's lifespan is a few hundred dollars. But the stress I've accumulated from it is just not worth the trouble. And because the people I'm recording are being all secretive now ('cause their lives are up in 2 weeks on the show - reality SUCKS), it just makes me want to put the cameras on a wide view, turn up an ambient microphone and leave.
Maybe I'll just go hide in a fucking cave for a few months. By that time my damn mind might be empty enough to remember when I'm supposed to work.
I almost just went to Future Shop and picked up the PDA. I have no more patience for my own memory.
