Some people really don't know how to live.
I have met a few of these people.
Living with these people makes me want to rip my eyeballs out with spoons.
Working here is a rip-off, we are immensely underpaid, and our bosses are all over the place and have no clue how to communicate with their employees.
Though there are some fun moments, they are not worth the rest of the crap.
I look forward to my one week of summer.
I am not looking forward to another year at John Abbott, in a program where 99.99% of students lack motivation and/or brain, and in which it seems as if every day as I sit on a disgusting old wobbly desk, I am wasting my precious teen years on useless crap about something which may or may not come into use at some point in my life.
I will probably hate my next job just as much as this one, unless it resembles my dream job in any way as described in a recent post.
I hate people.
I did NOT sign up to clean toilets and showers twice a week, or to slave away cleaning dishes with disgusting old wet sponges that smell like rotten salami.
''Ça pue dans les armoires!!''
Yes, well, according to the laws of nature, stuff becomes mouldy if it stays wet CONSTANTLY BECAUSE YOU DON'T DRY YOUR DISHES. And no, I will not dry them myself because I am not happy, I will use paper plates and pollute the planet as you eat in your bacteria infested dishes.
My immune system is now ready to combat the Spanish Flu.
20 times.
Let's be slightly positive and mention one thing I enjoyed recently (last night): galloping in the fields in the moonlight, avoiding giant bales of hay.
I hope you are all enjoying my blog about my constant struggle against humanity, its stupidity, and my own stupidity. Oh, and let's not forget to mention: huge piles of horse shit. Literally and practically.