Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Tired. Real tired.

Sorry I don't have anything witty or thought provoking to entertain you with tonight, but I just got home from a 13 hour shift. It's 9:45 at night and I just got fucking home. And I get to get up in a few hours and go do it again.
I used to tolerate the Holidays until I started working in a grocery warehouse. Now I fucking hate them. Seriously, all Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years means to me anymore is a paid day off.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

well, you have yourself a nice Thanksgiving anyway! I'll check in with you Monday 29th, when I get back to work.
Susan

Anonymous said...

Sorry to hear the holidays aren't meaning more to you than a paid holiday. I'd love to have your job though and others would too.
This year seems to suck for everyone and everyone is exhausted.

Ramon said...

Been that way (same attitude) concerning the holidays for the last ten years or so. Tomorrow will be in upper 60s (but rainy) and I am heading south for as far as I can ride. Who knows, I may make Gulf Shores (Redneck Riviera) and if I do I will stay there and ride back Friday.

Deb said...

Happy Thanksgiving, Wirecutter. Enjoy being paid to stuff your face and watch football in the recliner with your hand down your pants.

rpm2day said...

We're with ya friend. I'm in production, we are cut to the quick by corporate. No fun. No parties. No raises. This morning I said fuck it, grabbed a bottle of Quervo Gold at the grocery, invited my two best buds into my scrappy lil office at quitting time and proceeded to kick start the holdays.