2002-08-24 - 12:46 p.m.

I feel drained. This should be the last day of my work week, but it isn't. I still have three more days after today. I can't let myself get too burnt out or I won't be very functional on my birthday. My back is killing me and I just need a break. But of course, we have two trucks tonight. Both are rather not small. My mind wanders around and I can't focus. Fuck my managers for scheduling me for eight days in a row. I know they did it intentionally. I'm done.

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