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Obviously the computer has a fucking sense of humour. This song always makes me cry.
I won't be long saying this: I'm sick of work. I'm sick of smelling like French Fries. I'm sick of finding cuts and bruises and scars all over my body. I'm sick of my bosses making remarks to me like "Doesn't that make you want to laugh" or "We should get you your own set of keys cut". I'm sick of getting abuse from the general public for things I can't control. I'm sick of getting abuse from my bosses. I'm sick of having to do things like Drive Through Window Three on my own for 4 hours. I'm sick of everyone else getting signed off before me when we all finish at the same time. I'm sick of my boss saying he's not going to give me a Till Retraining Slip because my till was £4 up when I pulled in over £950. I'm sick of not getting out of work until 35 minutes after my shift has ended because the boss won't sign me off. I'm sick of my parents having to WAIT for me for these 35 minutes. I'm sick of worrying about when I'm next in on a shift - I'm sick of having to do closes - I'm sick of having to smile at every fucker who comes up to me when I'm meant to be away.
I'm so sick of feeling like this.
And I've been coming home the past few nights almost in tears because I'm so frustrated and sore and achy and sick.
And I'm sick of having to rant to other people about this.
I'm so sorry. Please go back to your lives now. I'll be OK.
I won't be long saying this: I'm sick of work. I'm sick of smelling like French Fries. I'm sick of finding cuts and bruises and scars all over my body. I'm sick of my bosses making remarks to me like "Doesn't that make you want to laugh" or "We should get you your own set of keys cut". I'm sick of getting abuse from the general public for things I can't control. I'm sick of getting abuse from my bosses. I'm sick of having to do things like Drive Through Window Three on my own for 4 hours. I'm sick of everyone else getting signed off before me when we all finish at the same time. I'm sick of my boss saying he's not going to give me a Till Retraining Slip because my till was £4 up when I pulled in over £950. I'm sick of not getting out of work until 35 minutes after my shift has ended because the boss won't sign me off. I'm sick of my parents having to WAIT for me for these 35 minutes. I'm sick of worrying about when I'm next in on a shift - I'm sick of having to do closes - I'm sick of having to smile at every fucker who comes up to me when I'm meant to be away.
I'm so sick of feeling like this.
And I've been coming home the past few nights almost in tears because I'm so frustrated and sore and achy and sick.
And I'm sick of having to rant to other people about this.
I'm so sorry. Please go back to your lives now. I'll be OK.
