Fuck Work

My boss scheduled me for 50 hours this week. I made it through about 15.

I walked out when I found out they were screwing me out of my well-deserved bonus for the month (even though I would have been there all 31 days of August).

Those greedy bastards always have a way around paying people what they earn. And I'll be damned if I'm going to stick around in a place like that.

I hit my limit; I could no longer politely eat the shit they were spoon-feeding me.

So after eight months of selling my soul for $8.00 an hour, I looked like the asshole. I regret the way it ended, but at the same time I feel an extraordinary amount of freedom.

On to bigger and better things...