After going to Matt's birthday.....whatever, I'm in no mood to drink. He told me that we'd go there get some bud and leave. Little did I know that I would have to stay there a hour after I was supposed to leave.
The fucking managers didn't even ask me. I fucking hate it when they do that shit. I may rely on Wendy's paychecks but, my life isn't dictated by the fucking place.
After I got off, one hour and 40something minutes later, I called Ricki to come and pick me up and he says "I'm too drunk to come get you." I just hung up on him and stormed out. My boss Audrey, asked if it was her fault and if I was mad at her.
As for me being mad at her....no she was only doing what she was told. I had no real reason for getting mad at her.
Pissed as I was, I walked home only to once again, be pulled over by a cop. WHAT THE FUCKING MOTHER FUCKING FUCK IS WITH THESE FUCKING COPS?!?!?!?!?!!
All I wanted to do was get home and try to get high. After that, I went on a 2hour search for bud. No luck.
Basically, staying that extra fucking hour at work not only ruined my whole night, but fucked me over by getting pulled over once again. And if she'd have just asked me to stay, none of this shit would've ever happened.
I'd be high right now and satisfied instead of pissed and sober. WHAT THE FUCK IS THE FUCKING POINT OF MY LIFE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!