Conspicuously Absent
Linguistically Confused
One thing that could improve my life is having some free time, being around my friends again, and getting more than 1-3 hours of sleep a night. All of those will happen in 2 weeks and 1 day.
As far as the working, been working since I was 16, my first job nearly drove me insane. I hated it way more than I even knew I did until the day I told my manager he could cram his bullshit up his ass with a machete (literally) and walked out. About 3 slayer songs and one run through of "Into the Lungs of Hell" later, I walked to the bike shop and realized just how GOOD i suddenly felt.
This was followed by 3 months of feeling like shit cause I was dead broke, but then I finally got a job at the local fish plant and kinda enjoyed it. I got to work on the fillet crew in the freezer. All I did was stack boxes... 12 hours a night... 24000 pound of boxes. BUT: No angry customers, no bitchy customers, no retarded managers, just boxes, a blast freezer and some semi-friendly co-workers. I didn't mind it that much.
My lesson: If your job makes you come home and want to kill someone, yourself, or all of the above. GET THE FUCK OUT!
But yeah, also my life could be improved by some friends who listen to GOOD metal
As far as the working, been working since I was 16, my first job nearly drove me insane. I hated it way more than I even knew I did until the day I told my manager he could cram his bullshit up his ass with a machete (literally) and walked out. About 3 slayer songs and one run through of "Into the Lungs of Hell" later, I walked to the bike shop and realized just how GOOD i suddenly felt.
This was followed by 3 months of feeling like shit cause I was dead broke, but then I finally got a job at the local fish plant and kinda enjoyed it. I got to work on the fillet crew in the freezer. All I did was stack boxes... 12 hours a night... 24000 pound of boxes. BUT: No angry customers, no bitchy customers, no retarded managers, just boxes, a blast freezer and some semi-friendly co-workers. I didn't mind it that much.
My lesson: If your job makes you come home and want to kill someone, yourself, or all of the above. GET THE FUCK OUT!
But yeah, also my life could be improved by some friends who listen to GOOD metal