The B-A-N Must Cease

This week has been trying on my soul. Lawd knows I didn't want to tell these people how I really felt, but I was darn close to saying "eff it". The only thing that kept me sane was the fact that I have bills, and the clock in job allows me to enjoy the luxuries of the glamorous life. Had it not been for Comcast, AT&T, and Miss Land Lady wanting their money, I would have told that biznitch where she could put her disciplinary action!!

Woosah...

Okay, I'm back.

And in desperate need of a new job ASAHFP!! If you don't know what that means, use your imagination...educate yourselves because I can't do it right now. Anyhoo, I am sick and tired of snitches, biznitches, hitches (hating biznitches). It is 2009, snitching went out of style with the Atari and Jheri Curls. Please find something new. Hating, much like stripping, is an appreciated art form when it's done tastefully. But please do not hate on me because you don't have your degree. I'm not holding you back, nor am I telling you to be a complete and total dummy. I am looking out for myself. To be brutally honest with you, I don't really care what you do with your life...as long as it doesn't involve or directly affect me. I spend at least 40 hours per week at the clock in job...and those 40 hours have become total misery. I wanted to go see "Drag Me to Hell" tonight, but then remember that I spend Monday through Friday there already, so why watch a movie about it?

I don't mean to come across as harsh or crude. I just need to get away from the nonsense that plagues my current surroundings. I am willing to drop everything to find a new job...even school. I am not against transferring to another nursing program if it means I will be able to work in an environment filled with people who are willing to work. Making friends at a job should never be one's priority. That is the problem with working in a small, close knit group. The employees begin to think they should become friends, hang out, braid each others hair while roasting marshmallows over a campfire and sing "Kumbaya". That is not healthy. Work relationships should be just that...work relationships. Nothing more, nothing less. Now get your hands out of my hair, I don't want any smores, and you're singing is a little off key!

Again...woosah.

Okay. I'm back.

Please say an extra special prayer for me as I begin to set a budget for the first time, live as frugally as possible, and search for a new job away from this city. I have finally had enough.