Booger Diary

Drinking on The Job

A Christmas Special...

Haven't posted in a while due to work. It has been utterly mind-raping me with stress.

They told me I had to work on Christmas Eve last Friday, so I had to cancel my plans with family. (After my boss said I was free to take today off)

So you know what? I brought a bottle of 86 proof Old Forester bourbon to work today.

I'm having this polarizing day to really decide if I want to work here anymore. I can afford 4 months of down time if I had to.

It's 8:30 in the morning as of writing this, and I'm having a spitefully good time at my desk.

I'm the only person here in this 2 story, giant office complex. Well, me and security.

All of my personal items are packed away, just incase today truly will be my last day. We'll see if I have the nuts to text my boss that I'm not coming back.

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Second Wind

It's now 10:30 am.

I'm a few drinks down, and I've taken a few walks through the office. Did little to no thinking like I thought I would. There's construction today, so the doors are open, letting in a really nice breeze.

I've decided I'll quit.

I'll give a 1 week notice.

But I will do it after Christmas (also with a sober mind), because I want to enjoy my holiday.

I figure this: I'm 28 years old. I have 2 years left to be a retard before it's socially unacceptable. I have very limited time on this earth, and I want to take a break.

I have enough money to support myself for a few months, and I don't have to tell anyone.

This isn't just the old forester talking. I've been contemplating this for the last half of this year. I've been used and abused by these people, and for what? High blood pressure, and a few starbucks gift cards.

I'll take a risk for happiness. Why not?

I'll go on a bike tour maybe.