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Still feel like shit. Although, I have a little bt more energy today. I was having chills last night. My throat still hurts, and the cough medicine I took didn't help at all. Just made me almost throw up. My right ear hurts, too. But at least my nose isn't as stuffed up as it was. Stupid cold.

My tea's cold. Damn.

I'm debating on watching a movie. Dunno what. Maybe Titan A.E. cause I haven't seen it in forever. That, or play Bust a Groove 2 some more. TJ kicks ass at that game. Like, Fever Times after every battle. Insane, man.

I need to call and pay the cell bill. I don't want to go to work tomorrow, but I have to. Not like I'm going to even have a check come next friday.

I just want a new job. I'm sick of random hours, being the only one who's called when someone else calls off, not being trained cause it's too busy at lunch. Argh. And I can't call off tomorrow cause I've only worked two other days in the last week. Three fucking days in two weeks. Bullshit.

Arrrgh....ow.

The pressure in my head is making my back teeth hurt. Which means I kid of have to sit here with my mouth half open like I'm an idiot.

And it hurts when I cough. It's not a chest cough yet, thank god. But it hurts my throat.

And my ears. Gah. Fuckin' ears. *stabs them*

I wanna curl up and go to sleep. But I can't seem to. Which sucks. Cause I know I'm going to be in and out of bed all evening. And I have to work tomorrow. Fucking yay.

Uploaded stuff to DA.

At least the Batty Bat songs keeps me in a good mood. There's nothing better than The Count from Sesame Street and a bunch of bats singing "Batty batty batty batty batty bat! Eee!". TJ's fucking adorable when she sings it. o_o

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Damn. I have to keep my job. At least until I've worked there three months.

Why?

Cause in order for me to get funding to go to school, I need to have a steady job for over three months. And I'm just barely at two.

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And then whoever I just talked to from Coleman (the job training place) was saying how TJ should wait in the car when she comes to pick me up. And blahblahblah. >_< But it's PERFECTLY fine for everyone else to take time out of their work time to oogle Kitsa's little girl, or talk to THEIR friends.

Bullshit. >_

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Y'know, somethimes I wonder if I'm cut out to be a member of the normal working society.

I mean, it's not like I can keep a job for very long. And I'm usually horrible at what I have to do. I mean, c'mon, I can fuck up busing tables. That's fucking impossible.

And god forbid I don't push the chairs in and make sure the condiments are in the center of the table AND people's tables are cleared off. ALL AT FUCKING ONCE.

I mean, of course I can do 15 things at once in the course of 2-5 minutes.

Fucking insane.

And it's not like I'm ever going to make it to school. Ha. I'm just going to be stuck in this shithole town for the rest of my life. Barely living from paycheck to paycheck, if I even have that much.

All because I can't be perfect and flawless and do everything when I'm told.

"Jump, Alaina." "How high, sir?"

Bullshit. I'm not that kind of person. And people hate the kind of person I am. The kind that can't see the purpose of cluttering empty tables with dishes so people don't have anywhere to sit down. The kind of person who puts thier friends before their job. The kind of person who ISN'T perfect.

God fucking forbid.

I wouldn't be suprised if I wasn't able to keep the job for 3 months.

"Nick was dissapointed with you on the floor Saturday. And Debbie, too."

Fuck Nick! And fuck Debbie! I can only do SO FUCKING MUCH! I'm like, the only fucking person who takes food out during lunch, with the exception of Kelly and Joanne, if they're not busy.

God, it just makes me so fucking angry. How can I manage to be such a fuckup at something so fucking easy?! HOW?!?!

I want a gun.