The daily adventures and travails of one neurotic, klutzy, hungry, cynical college girl. Tune in for prizes! (offer void where prohibited. See office for details. Not responsible for lost articles.)
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Wednesday, December 11, 2002
I am FURIOUS at my boss. He KNEW I had finals. I told him I'd rather not work this week, but if I had to, I would rather work Friday and Thursday after my exams were done. He INSISTED that I come in Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, AND Friday... I complied since I like having my rent in on time. But this is outrageous. I have nothing to do here. I can't get studying done since the director is giving me evil looks everytime my longing eyes wander to my Comm book. He didn't even come in on time. I've wasted my two hours before my final. If I fail this quarter, you can blame him. He's not even gonna be my boss for very long. I don't know why I choose to work this hard. (Don't laugh. I may not be a brilliant student, my blood, sweat, and tears go into my job.) Man, I should have quit like I planned to, weeks ago... Yea, I'd have no money, but I'd have sleep and maybe passing grades. I CANNOT believe what happened this week. I already feel like a failure, my grades should just confirm my suspicions. You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna go to the office holiday party, proceed to get illegally drunk, tell them exactly how I feel, and either call the cops on them for providing liquors to minors or pretend it was all an alcoholic-induced chaos. Why am I so angry, you ask? Because it seems the entire world is conspired to distract me from the one quarter I had hoped to do well in. Now, no one will believe I worked hard.
1:41 PM
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