...and tight black leather pants. Yep.

...and I'm already fairly drunk! Hahahaha! I think I'll go back to sleep now.

Not actually, but yesterday one of the passengers apparently came this close to dealing out major pain with his fists! See, the bus was late (it's usually late), and apparently this one dude -- apparently not a regular rider; otherwise he wouldn't have been out there so early -- had been waiting at the station for over two hours to catch a bus to Laurel, which means that his transfer had expired by then.

Anyway, when the bus finally did show up a half hour behind schedule, he waited for everyone else to board... and then got on and began arguing with the driver that he shouldn't have to pay the full fare because it wasn't his fault that the bus was late and his transfer expired and blah blah blah. I was kind of amused -- apparently he was either a senior or was disabled in some way, because the full fare for him was only thirty-five cents, and thirty-five cents which he had -- but one of the passengers was not pleased with the holdup.

"THE FUCK!" he shouted. "THROW THAT MOTHERFUCKER OFF THE BUS AND LET'S GO! I'M TRYIN' TO GET HOME!!!" He shouted this several times, and a vein throbbed visibly beneath the skin of his temple. (more...)

WHO THE FUCK SPENDS OVER SIX HOURS A DAY ON THE MOTHERFUCKING TELEPHONE?!?!?!?!?!?!? HOW BLOODY HELL HOW?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Can I be dead now, please?

First of all, if you haven't read and commented on the previous post, do that.

Secondly, I don't think I can do this anymore. I detailed some potential options for my immediate future about a week ago, but after yesterday I'm pretty sure I can't continue to work this job. I don't enjoy it, it doesn't pay much, and good god some days it really makes me want to die -- and considering that the rest of my life is no cause for joy (last night I literally lay in the bed wide awake thinking about scalpels cutting into my neck with tears forming in the corners of my eyes)... I just don't think I can do it anymore. So I think I'll still apply for the job in the immediate vicinity -- I did survive the horrors of the bookstore for a while, so I think I could deal with the closer job, if I got it -- but I can't take much more of this, so I'll let it ride. And if I don't get that other job, I'm fucking out of here. Whether that means death or skipping town, I don't know at this point. Either would be better than my life right now.

Gotta go to bed now so I can wake up in 2.5 hours for work. Ja.