They wake up like me, take a shower, eat than drive the same freeway I drive to get to work. Once at work they may be better workers than me or they may be worse. We all look forward to our paychecks and try to enjoy the weekend and it goes on ad infinitum.
I live for my parents, they help me stop suicide and I listen to them because they get hurt if I kill myself. I gave up on work and on disability, can’t live on my own.
There are too many new people at work. I don’t like all of the people there.
From the moment I get to work I want to go home. But I manage
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