As I sit here at home after a great couple hours of poker, I feel somewhat melancholy over the fact that I am dedicating over 30 hours or more a week to a job that is leading nowhere.
Sucks, don't it?
I received a call earlier tonight asking me to cover a midshift on saturday.
Well, with my current schedule in mind, saturday is realistically my only full day off, ever, at all.
And since only FIVE (theoretically six, but one is not considered a person by the rest of the guys) people are employed at the retail outlet I work at, there really is no choice but for me to accept the extra shift and feel like I am in a prison for gay men that weigh over 300 pounds.
At least I can sit here and rant about it all day long on my blog.