In the immortal word of Charlie Brown, AAARRGGHHHH!!!!

So far today has just been shit, hot nasty stinky shit.

I couldn't sleep last night. I probably got about an hour maybe an hour and a half  of rest in. This has cause me all sorts of aches and pains.

I had to be at work at seven in the morning feeling like I had just fallen down a flight of rocky stairs.

At work one of the chefs told me very rudely to shut up because I was annoying him (literally in almost those exact words).  I don't care if you wanna ask me to cool off or somethine but don't be a prick about it, that's just fucking rude.

Here's how it went down. I was helping the group plate up lunches. Chef Gerhardt asked Julie how many we had done. Julie had her hands full so I decided to help by glancing over and doing a rough count. This is the diolouge that followed:

Me: I think there's like 60 or 65

Gerhardt: I asked for an exact count not [in a micking tone] How many I think there is, I guess.

(Julie counted the number was 75)

Me: At least I was close

Gerhardt: Just shut up and plate the food Mark you're beginning to annoy me. I'm serious you're annoying me.

I felt like emberassed and un-wanted. I wanted to call him out for embarassing me like that. Who the hell gave him the right to talk to me like that? I'm a damn person I deserve some fucking respect. I really wanted to cuss him out or something but I held my tounge because I can't afford to lose my job.

To make things worse, I've got to be in class in two hours and I really don't wanna go.  I just want to go home take a really long hot shower, listen to some slow, sad music and curl up in a little ball under my blankets and sleep the rest of the day off.

But I can't, 'Cuz life just isn't treating me right. 

Thanks,

 Mark