you know what ive recently realised completely, without a hint of a shadow of a doubt. my life sucks. liturally sucks, Dyson hoovers have nothing on my life, my life would suck the carpet so hard the foundations would be torn from the earth.
now, dont get me wrong, i have great friends and some good times, but the blight of my life, the very seed of all malice and anguish and annoyance in my life, is and only can be, Tesco (every little helps)
you see, Tesco, or Hellish cesspit, as i call it under my breath, is dull, it could not be duller if it was devoid of all colour and everyone spoke with a monotone voi...wait a second, pretty much everyone does speak monotone like... especially on tills, i myself try to spark up conversations with customers, but even then, its usually the same questions. (apparently my managers dont like me trying to ask insiteful questions to the customers, such as, "why are you buying pink tampons, does it make a differance what colour they are when they go in?" and "these condoms are alright, but i suggest getting Pleasuremax, all my female friends seem to love those!") so i end up repeating the same 5 lines over and over and over, for about 6 hours a day, go home, scream into my pillows and do it again the next day.... this has been my life for 4 years, thats 208 weeks, thats 1460 days. thats quite a large chunk of my life i am never getting back, it has been stolen from me...and legally!!!
my acting jobs are all no-gos, they are one off day jobs that never lead to anything greater than "thanks for coming in, we might call you next time we have a project (but we wont)" im hoping joining Equity over the summer will change all that, if not...more blogging to follow about how much Tesco sucks the hairy testicals of life. stay tuned!!
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