Paranoid tax document 1095a got lost in the mail and I have to phone call the government about it, be on hold over an hour, and they will put on smoke and mirrors and do nothing.
Clinical depression, anxiety, stress, boredom. Eating even more than usual lately. Testosterone causes appetite increase. When I was younger I used to waste a lot of time, cash, and energy, trying to lose weight, but now that I am 38 f*****g years old and accomplished nothing, it seems unjustified. Now that I work as a Lot Attendant, when I get hungry I often feel weak, like I can't stand up. Want to lie down for the rest of the day. When I work, it is 10am to 5pm. Public transportation both ways. The slave plantation is in the middle of a homeless encampment. Suspicious looking characters lurk around and I am afraid they might rape me. At work I am afraid of getting run over by a car. (Adrenal fatigue). Have to push carts all day long. With the exception of public transportation, break, lockerroom and litterbox, when I am not at my Pigpen, I constantly have to stand up. Zero sitting or lying down. Lil dips**t s make way too much noise in the lot. Day laborers.
Coworkers and customers rude and annoying
"Customer always right"
Yesterday head cashier Stephanie made a public service announcement that lot attendants have to bring back their walkie talkies or else (written up)
f**k whoever masterminded that brilliant plan
They don't always give out walkie talkies. Walkie talkies not large or heavy. It would be easy to fail to turn it in.
Walkie talkies annoying. Marie once had the nerve to call me five times an hour. Every slightest thing like getting propane
Some reddit articles claim that my slave plantation reorganizing such that every slave does every job in their department. I am Lot Attendant. According to the articles I have to be Pro Desk, customer service, cashier (and bookkeeper). The articles might not be complete, current, accurate or applicable
Nobody from my slave plantation has told me anything about the reorganizing. In the next three weeks, work did not schedule my worthless corpse for training videos or anything like that
Exhausted all the time
My diet, while not perfect, much better than nichelle's. McDonald's and panda Express.
I should stop eating candy, but Snickers addictive
Chocolate allegedly feels like love in the brain
Butterfinger kit Kat Snickers
Gave up on "life" a longfuck time ago
No email from sister, Dena, or Cory
No manager talked to me about the Litterbox Court Jester
Litterbox Court Jester has not bothered me since "E" talked to me
Nobody wants to date me
38 too old to have children
Pigpen too dirty
Worked there sixteen months and still no six or twelve month performance review
Lazy inefficient ass holes that do little more than sit around flapping their stupidass traps all day long, like Tracie and former FES, getting promoted. While I languish on minimum wage.
Paranoid of getting made redundant
No way I could do Customer Service.
Involuntary reclassified
Constructive dismissal
Disparate impact
On the other hand, short of Freight, bookkeeping and MET, and telecommute, almost every job in the building involves constant flapping traps.
Defeated wounded traumatized overpowered outsmarted outnumbered
And I hate it when customers and employees say "can you", like just because you "can" you have to. "Can", "should" and "will" three different things
Semantics and pragmatics
Precision of language
Just woke up from a long nap
On days off I don't interact with anyone usually
Idiots talk too much and too loud and there are too many of them
Struggling constantly
Not good enough