5:17 p.m. - 11.11.09

toilet humor.

my hours at work are being cut for a few various reasons, the most of which make sense. there's an employee returning from disability, and it's been slow lately, which are both perfectly valid reasons. the one that i have a problem with is that allegedly my quality of work isn't up to par.

three and a half months of working, and this is the first time i've heard of anything like this. i'm thinking that there's some manner of sabotage involved. given the rampant cocaine usage by some of my colleagues, i can only assume that the boss is either apathetic at best, or in on it at worst.

i would be content with my lot in life, if i could only hang my hat somewhere for more than a season. i'm beginning to wonder if there is any sort of escape from all this, or if i'll spend the rest of my life swirling around the bowl from one shit stain to another.