Nonsensical Irritants...

I just saw a movie that said that in it. At the moment, I can't remember what it was. I really don't have much time to write anything, seeing as i have to be at work by seven o'clock-- which means about seven ten to me. I will admit that I can not be on time to anything if my existence depended on it. It has plagued me since the first job I had. I could get up four hours before I had to be there, and I would still end up showing at ten after. When I was on drugs, it was always about half hour to an hour. How have I held jobs?!?!

So, how are things in the worlds of my biggest fans? I got a new assistant to try out this week. I can't fucking believe how bad my judgment is. I thought she would work out great, too. Turns out, she is just as lazy, if not more than, the latest one!! They are both eighteen. I can't believe that a girl six years older than these broads can, and has to run, circles around them!! I asked if my expectations were just way too high, or what the fuck was going on. My bosses are just as frustrated as I am. They watch me running around like a chicken with my head cut off, busting my ass and getting irritated all day. It's pretty much ridiculous. I finally started saying shit when it's needed. You see, I have this problem with confronting situations. It all just builds up inside, until things are not repairable at all, and I freak out on a mother fucker, beeyotch!! Well, I'm going to bed... I have twelve one year olds to tend to by myself tomorrow. I love you!! Wait, no I don't... The only person I love is the bartender at a theatre near you!!