Next verse, same as the first.
Dec. 23rd, 2008 11:11 pmI know I'm a broken record right now. I apologise. I just keep forgetting that when I get tired, I take things too hard, and I get down too easily. And right now? I just came home from a ten-hour workday. I got in at noon, I should have left at 8.30, and I didn't get out til almost 10. Some absolute ass berated and harangued me at the security checkpoint this morning on my way in because I jumped in in front of him-- he refused to listen when I tried to explain that that's procedure for employees. He claimed he didn't know what my badge meant. And he just wouldn't shut up. He kept telling me how rude I was and how I have no manners. I wish I'd slapped him. I wish I'd slapped his supercilious, nasty face.
I told my Dad I don't think I'm going over for Christmas. He asked why, and I said, "After the disaster that was last year?" He said he didn't remember. I ran out of the house crying and drove home, and he "oh, vaguely remembers."
Too tired. Just too tired.
I told my Dad I don't think I'm going over for Christmas. He asked why, and I said, "After the disaster that was last year?" He said he didn't remember. I ran out of the house crying and drove home, and he "oh, vaguely remembers."
Too tired. Just too tired.
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Date: 2008-12-24 10:36 am (UTC)