i'm taking a break from toting and hauling for a quick update.

this time, they tag teamed me and caught me for twenty minutes, the both of them. basically what was said yesterday, and they told me the new GM will be starting next friday.

now, if i was a good person, i'd stick it out until then. but i'm not a good person. i'm a Raging Bitch, and i'm in Survival Mode. best thing to do is just step out of the way. actually, when i'm like this, i scare myself and i say to myself, "Self? Could you handle this better? Should you just take it down a notch and go along?"

and myself says, "Self? After all this shit, you really need to ask that question?"

She has a point.

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i told Buddy, and the Dancer already knew of my nefarious plans. after Buddy heard what they said to me, i had to talk HIM into not walking off and taking the staff with him. i said, look. this new GM might not be so bad (oh, but after what they said to me today, i have a gut feeling) and you might be able to work with her. give it a chance. at the very least, don't walk until i'm out of here. heh.

he's thinking it over. Mister Gee told me if i leave, this job will truly suck for him, and he's gone too. and although their Survival Mode has got it all over mine, i still worry about them. all of them. every last one of them.

yes, i'm bawling.

but, they know the Phucktards did me dirty, and they understand.

i still feel bad. so. bad.

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thank you for all the supportive comments. you have no idea how much it's helping me right now. all the music i've received is getting major play, and i've about worn my iPod out. i'm weary, i'm sad, i'm wired and i'm excited and i'm so angry.

and that's hardly a comprehensive list.

*hugs and hugs and even more hugs*

thank you all.

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'k. i'm loading up again (where DOES all this shit come from??) and heading out.

i hate moving. have i said that before?



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