Melissa (tinylilangel03) wrote, @ 2004-04-22 21:50:00

Current mood:	sore
Current music:	Dashboard Confessional

..this car hears my confessions..
I hate Thursday's.. Thursday's means working with a pharmacist who knows nothing. Dude.. I know more than this guy does, and he has been fully trained to do his job, I'm just a technician. So yea.. pharmacy closes at 7pm.. we didn't close the gates till about 8pm.. and I didn't get to go home till 9pm. The amount of stress working with this guys is unbareable.. so much so that my fucking shoulder is swollen beyond anything you can imagine.. the pain sucks but I guess I'll deal..thats why I'm going to go.. besides the fact that I am beyond exhausted.. so goodnight all.

**~On the way home, this car hears my confessions, I think tonight I'll take the long way..~**
~Dashboard Confessional~

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