I have an interview today with some fashion photographer, well not interview, I kind of already got the job cause my resume has those six letters lined in the most perfect way possible. Only paid 50g's for that one. So I go in today at 1230. I really like sharp shooters, but our hours are based on our sales and I need a little more stable job than that. I can make both work though. And plus, I am better at reTOUCHING than posing people. The guy said he'd start me out at 9 an hour, then I told him I have a dog to feed. My pay went up. Why can I not control my mouth in situations like that...I should have learned by now.
Now it is time for me to bitch.
My stomach/pancreas whatever the fuck it is fucking hurts. I am out of my heroins. My General doc can't call in Dilaudid unless she sees me. I can't go to the pain clinic until February 4. My GI doc can't perscribe pain meds, which is why HE made me an appointment with the pain clinic. I am not in the mood for the ER today. I might not have a choice. Ugh. They just lecture me on seeing my doctors but I've fucking told them I can't just see them that day, it takes forever to get an appointment, and I can't function with this pain. Asshole. You're not God, If you took the time to look at my test results you'd see my insides are gone, and I'm in pain, and I am doing something about it. Go to hell. But give me my heroins first.
Now I'm watching some movie Colby was in :D hahahahaha
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