I got this job for the third straight summer and I hate it, just like the last two summers. People say I'm ungrateful when I say I don't like it. I make $270 a week, so the money is cool for me. Can't complain there, but I gotta be there 6:30am-3:00pm. I gotta be all the way at the bottom of South Philly by the time I would be waking up for school. Then I have to clean an impound lot for all that time, except it's small, so the work be done in like an hour. Rest of the day, I'm sittin around bored as fuck listening to the dumb white bitch talkin about her loser daughters that I don't even know. My job is cakeeee but it's annoying as shit!
I may sound like I'm bitchin, but yo! Come do my job for a week and you'll understand why I hate it. No problem having to work for what I want out here, but that place is hell. And my boss is cool as shit, with his old ass lol; the place is just lame. And when I'm there, I can't do my photoshop or take time to myself to just sit and write.. songs, poems, raps. Anything to stimulate my mind.
Haven't had time to write a real blog in a while.. That's why this one sucks. I think this job is draining my creative juices, right out my nuts. They say I have nothing to complain about, because my check is right. Money ain't shit to me like that though; I need a job that makes me happy and this ain't it.
Then, the people who work later than me say getting off at 3:00 leaves the rest of my day to do me, but after work I'm sleeping. Waking up before the sun is no joke.
Whatever. I'm done with this wack blog. Sorry yall, I tried.
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That does sounds wack as hell; and the money is just more of an "eh" when I read what you have to do. =| That sucks. Know whtcha gotta do next summer!
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