enosynce is virtuous

Senioritis

*sigh*

...How did I figure something (and in my case, someONE'S) would wait until I was THIS *pinches forefinger and thumb together* close to graduation before they decided to piss me off. I mean really, what is this? "Piss Kesha" off week or something? I mean, really, I wish some of you could just walk in my shoes. Here's what a day consists of:

5:20 in the A.M.
Daddy calls to make sure I'm up. I'm so fuckin tired from the previous day, I hit snooze. Don't get up 'till after 6.

6:30 in the A.M.
I drag myself outta bed...wash my face...pop a slice of ham in my mouth...brush my teeth. Oh, and I'm supposed to be at work by 8:30. Go figure. Get dressed. Ponytail my hair.

7:30 in the A.M.
walk 10 minutes (now it's 7:40) to the bus stop because my freakin' car is fucked. A car my oh so great father promised to fix. Go figure.

A quarter till 8 in the A.M.
the bus just zooms on by my ass...i'm offically late for work. I call in so I can keep my shitty ass job

A quarter till 9 in the A.M.
get to work...good morning every one...go to my seat. Oh yeah...intensive SAP (it's a new HR system) training. Hell. 5 hours of this shit. No breaks. Oh yeah, I'm not getting paid extra for this shit either. So guess what? I'm taking a damn book break. I'm talking a damn surf the net break too. Fuck whoever has something to say about it too.

Throughout the damn day...
Coworkers asking me stupid ass questions. "Where's the coffee?" I don't drink that shit! "You know where the paper go?" Hell no!...I swear, they don't pay me enough for this shit. Momma rings my celly 50 bazillion times. "Did you do my resume yet?" "Did you apply for jobs A, B, and C online for me yet?"...DAMN...I DON'T HAVE TIME.

oh, and K.I.M (keep in mind), I have midterms coming up. Yeah

after 2 in the freakin' P.M....
I finally eat lunch. Again, coworkers askin more stupid ass questions. Questions they should already know the fuckin answers to. Questions KESHA ain't gettin paid to answer. still gotta maintain my plastic smile and white voice. Would you fuck off already? I'm eating.

10 till 5 in the P.M....
I'm out this piece...deuces! Boss Lady calls my name...I act like I can't hear, because she will continue talkin to my ass I'd never get home. Ghetto hoodlums on the train " Loud talkin...cussin around babies...etc etc. I pop an Advil. I have a fuckin' headache.

around 5:30 in the P.M.
i'm on the train...book in lap...mindin my bid'ness....old guy next to me decides to chat it up. Look dude, no offense, but I'd rather not have a conversation. Continues to try to read. Fuckers on the train won't shut up. I can't concentrate. *sigh*

...brothers in jail keep ringin my celly...I can't and don't answer answer because 1)does anybody help Kesha pay her phone bill? With long distance on the shit? HELL NO 2) You have to put 25 or 50 dollars on there to accept phone calls. Do anybody throw Kesha a dolla? 5 dollas? to help with this shit? HELL NO! 3) it's before 9 and 4) I just don't feel like fuckin talkin and three-wayin and hearin' about the white man tryna bring a brotha down, and "come visit" when that's a four to five hour downside and the other shit that comes from being poor and gettin locked up in the first fuckin place. *sigh*

A little after 8. Still ain't home....
...some heffa rings my celly...DAMN, i'mmma just turn the shit off. I check the message. So my sister decides to give some house leasing lady my information. Now the heffa won't stop ringin my celly...this heffa is worser than a Jehovah's Witness ringin my celly four times a day and shit. Okay here's a clue: I JUST WANT A LITTLE PEACE!...IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR??! DAMN!
10 in the P.M.
...I get home...Momma pissed off that I didn't do her resume...okay, can't you people realize ..I got other (see: IMPORTANT) shit to do ?!?

12 in the A.M.
I finally get into the shower. Hit the sack, and prepare to fail my midterm.

Labels: ...venting

posted by ~Kesh @ 2/29/2008 10:46:00 AM