I hate my job because lately I've been "on call..." I don't even really have a work schedule (assigned 7 hours for next week, what the fuck?) for next week and they basically call me when they need me. Today I got called, but couldn't hear my phone because my parents were screaming in the living room. So I missed my work opportunity, and I'm out probably $60. Fuck!

So I called back, Damon got the job, I'm sitting here in my room with nothing to do again. Damon gets 25 hours a week. I could really use a little christmas money. Getting WAY less money than I got at Toys R Us last year. . .

peace.