A double choc chip mint frappuccino (with whipped cream, thank you very much!) and a resignation letter. Can life get much better than that? Sad fuck that I am, but as I say, it’s the simple pleasures and wants for a girl like me.
Yesterday I handed in my resignation letter for my current job – YEE FUCKIN HA!!! I cannot stop grinning and my cheeks hurt cos of it. I have been doing quite a few little happy dances and skippings all day that my boobs hurt from all that jiggling. My current employers are a pack of cunts and should be burnt at the stake or at the very least, shot by a firing squad (I wanted a French Revolution with effigy burnings and making guillotines fashionable again, but the idea was outvoted) – but do I care? Nope, I am outta there with what little sanity, soul and dreams that I have left. No more Christmas carols, no more arsehole customers bitching. (For fuck sake, it’s not like it’s a fuckin miracle that Christmas is here, it’s on the same date EVERY FUCKIN YEAR! It doesn’t leap out from behind a door and yell “SURPRISE”. The shops have been advertising the freakin fact since September. Fuckheads. Get your act together). After a few years in retail, you really hate Christmas and all it entails – but this year I find myself in a more pleasant mood. Isn’t it amazing what quitting will do for the soul? I no longer want to shoot stereo speakers and people singing carols, I no longer want to stab people for saying ‘now you have a merry Christmas’ after they have yelled at me for the past 5 minutes cos we are sold outta the shite they are after, and I no longer want to stab people for being complete fuckwits. (I still want to do the last part, doesn’t matter what time of the year is). I find myself smiling fondly at small children with their excitement over Christmas and not wishing that Santa will bring them a gimp gag to shut them up. I also find myself going out of my way to find crunchy leaves to jump on instead of avoid people and snarling. My general mood has improved. I am finding that I am no longer wrapping presents haphazardly in brown paper (if I could be arsed to wrap them in the first place) ... well, I still wrap in brown paper, but this year I have stuck pretty bows on! See, it’s the little things that make all the difference. Like quitting a shitty job ...
*note to self – see, Santa doesn’t hate you ... he brought you a new job!
Yesterday I handed in my resignation letter for my current job – YEE FUCKIN HA!!! I cannot stop grinning and my cheeks hurt cos of it. I have been doing quite a few little happy dances and skippings all day that my boobs hurt from all that jiggling. My current employers are a pack of cunts and should be burnt at the stake or at the very least, shot by a firing squad (I wanted a French Revolution with effigy burnings and making guillotines fashionable again, but the idea was outvoted) – but do I care? Nope, I am outta there with what little sanity, soul and dreams that I have left. No more Christmas carols, no more arsehole customers bitching. (For fuck sake, it’s not like it’s a fuckin miracle that Christmas is here, it’s on the same date EVERY FUCKIN YEAR! It doesn’t leap out from behind a door and yell “SURPRISE”. The shops have been advertising the freakin fact since September. Fuckheads. Get your act together). After a few years in retail, you really hate Christmas and all it entails – but this year I find myself in a more pleasant mood. Isn’t it amazing what quitting will do for the soul? I no longer want to shoot stereo speakers and people singing carols, I no longer want to stab people for saying ‘now you have a merry Christmas’ after they have yelled at me for the past 5 minutes cos we are sold outta the shite they are after, and I no longer want to stab people for being complete fuckwits. (I still want to do the last part, doesn’t matter what time of the year is). I find myself smiling fondly at small children with their excitement over Christmas and not wishing that Santa will bring them a gimp gag to shut them up. I also find myself going out of my way to find crunchy leaves to jump on instead of avoid people and snarling. My general mood has improved. I am finding that I am no longer wrapping presents haphazardly in brown paper (if I could be arsed to wrap them in the first place) ... well, I still wrap in brown paper, but this year I have stuck pretty bows on! See, it’s the little things that make all the difference. Like quitting a shitty job ...
*note to self – see, Santa doesn’t hate you ... he brought you a new job!
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