What I'm Thinking About Right Now: Shitty Jobs Are Shitty.

Hi. It's thanksgiving and I'm at work. I'm getting paid to get yelled at by people that cause their own problems and blame them on me. This is my job. Getting yelled at consistently by people you couldn't give less of a shit about is startlingly mentally exhausting. Who knew? I've been trying to stay positive because all I ever hear is "I know you hate it. But is it really THAT bad?" My answer? Yes. Yes it is that bad. It's depressing looking around and seeing under educated drug addicts getting praised while I'm getting yelled at. How does that work? I've concluded this is a job where ignorance really is bliss. You do too many drugs to realize how stupid all these people are. It's okay. You'll all wake up someday. Also. Who knew getting a grown up job would be so difficult? Like, I just want to sit in your office Monday through Friday 9-5, shit I'll even do 8-5 at this point. Or 7 or 6 or 5. Give me 12 hour weekdays. But give me weekends off. It's crazy when you wake up one day and realize how miserable working weekends are. Especially when you work only weekends. Especially especially when every single meaningful person in your life has a day job and weekends off. Come on universe. I'm trying here.