Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea. —Henry Fielding

05 August 2004

$60

Sometimes I can be such a goddamn fucking drama queen.  I finished Dry by Augusten Burroughs today and it seriously fucked me up.


My boss is a fucking asshole.  "I meant to ask you if you wanted more hours since Nancy is on vacation to pick up the slack [but now there is only one more day left in the week so the chance has come and gone.  Oops.]"  Am I supposed to think he's generous because he thought of giving me more hours but then didn't?  Anyway, more hours mean nothing: well, no, that's not true: they could mean an extra fifty to sixty bucks.  Who cares about fifty to sixty bucks extra.  It's not going to change what I want to change, which is my state of mind.  I wanna quit feeling like I can't afford anything.  Sixty bucks won't fix that: only a new job will.