Fjord Moose: Life Check

Having come down from this massive high of meeting the wonderful God himself, I am now depressed. Don't get me wrong, I treasure the moments and it was the best day of my life! But now I'm home, and reality is kicking in again. I hate my job, miss my granddad terribly, have a pretty shitty social life overall...and now I wanna do something about it! I'm going to start to look for another job as everyone at work except a couple of people hates me for some reason. I won't go into detail...but they slag me off behind my back and one of them even reported me to the manager for being rude to a customer when i wasn't. Work is a living hell and i do not want to go back on Tuesday at all. I want to feel happy like I did on Friday night with you guys all of the time! I don't like this thing called reality.

Time to grow a backbone Lozzy.

It is awful, Op. I asked at my local pizza place today because they are advertising...but it's a weekend job only so that's no good.

At the end of the day I look at it this way. I've got a nice life outside of work in terms of this forum and FFS - John Cleese KNOWS me! So my life is probably worth more than all of theirs at work put together. I love you guys. And John.

Keep working on your writing, Lozzy. That's what I'm doing. I know it's not easy when there's work every day, but thankfully I have part of the summer off and still get paid, so I can make up for all the days I was too tired to write.
Just keep on with your dreams, Lozzy. You're young enough you have a chance.

You're welcome. :)

Cheer up, Loz. John knows you, don't forget.

Now a week's gone by I am actually starting to feel a bit better. Still hate my job but like mrsthing said...at least it's a job. And that's a good thing I suppose. Yeah...John knows me lol. Wtf.

A week's gone by? Odd. It feels longer.

Jesus, you'd think we'd met God or something. For heaven's sake--it was wonderful, maybe even magical. But let's move on!






OMG, just realized: I made him laugh!

I never want to move on!

Ever!


Never ever!

WAAAAA!

I cream thinking about that night.

In the US, "cream" means "shit", as in "cream your jeans"--so excited you shit yourself. Well, it used to--I haven't actually heard anyone use that expression in ages.


So never mind.

Yes, I thought so.

JOHN MADE ME FANNY JUICE!!!!!

*breaks out into song*

I guess the meaning has changed over the years.

This thread is getting to be sooo creamy.

I'm having reverse dejevu, because I could have sworn I typed pecans correctly. This is so damn creamy.

Sorry, but as we all know, I find the subject best dealt with behind closed WC doors.
what more can I say, its been a sh**ty day.

Ind*b*t*bly

Aw, phoohey!