Week Quotes

so, at my new job the rule is before your shift you have to count the drawer to make sure the previous person didn't screw up, and after your drawer count to make sure you didnt screw up for the next person. you are never supposed to run on anyone elses. however, since I have been training they made me run on just anyones. so pretty much I've been thrown on a drawer that was never counted from open til close and had more than me on it. the other night it was short $5. now my manager is demanding I pay that. like, there is zero proof it was me. she ran on it in the morning. every time I've worked her drawer it was short. when I haven't, it was not. but I have to pay it. I don't understand. she has a note saying you shouldn't let anyone run on your drawer because their shortages are yours. I was on her drawer so?
Thank god it’s Friday?

What the blank? The seven “days” of the supposed “week” are pure contrivance. I refuse to thank anyone for this repeating time box that I’m expected to trap my own mind within.

There is no such thing as Friday! There is no such thing as a week!

Every freaking day in the universe is a different freaking day! Every day is unique and will never happen again. 
Every day deserves its own name. 

My true being is capable of more than just covering the same artificial mental ground over and over throughout my life like a wretched zoo animal pacing back and forth smearing its snot on the impenetrable plexiglass.

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday are mental frauds. They do not exist.

The "week" doesn’t line up with the cycles of the moon. It doesn’t line up with the cycles of the sun. It doesn’t line up with any cosmic clock. It is completely arbitrary.

Which creep or creeps back in history invented the idea that we should all do stuff we don’t enjoy for five days to make someone else rich and do stuff we do enjoy for two days to keep us ourselves just satisfied enough not to commit suicide so we can go back to work again? What kind of evil mental oppression is that? 

It makes me angry to live in such an arbitrarily regulated world and watch everyone around me accept the framework of the pattern of seven repeating "days" without question as if it were true. 

Folks, I can’t put it anymore strongly: There is no such thing as a week! There is no such thing as Friday! 

Thank today it’s a day!
On weekdays: *sets alarm for 6* *wakes at 6:30*
On weekends: *no alarm* *wakes at 6*
Dad: Why are you always 'not feeling well'??
Me: I reserve the right, as a woman, to feel unwell for an entire week, once per month.
Brother: Well then so do I!
Me: *facepalm*
I hope we could start
to spend more time together.
A few hours is better than never.
If we could only make it longer.
A whole day would be fine.
A whole week would be fine.
A whole month would be fine. 
A whole year would be fine.
A decade would be fine.
A century would be fine.
Forever would be fine.
Parents logic:
Dad: You need to get out of the house more! You spend way to much time on that computer!
-week later-
Me:
Dad I'm thinking about looking around for a job this summer.
Dad: No you're not you have responsibilities you need to keep up on if you get a job you won't have any time to do things why do you need a job anyway you're fifteen what do you need money for?
-Next day-
Me:
Hey dad do you think you can buy me this shirt?
Dad: Do you not understand the value of money? Money doesn't grow on trees! You need to get a grip on reality.

"After high school you realize
you were only friends
with some people because
you saw them five times a week"
Her last word~ Courtney Parker Just an average girl She always wore a smile She was cheerful and happy for a short while Now she's older, things are getting colder Life's not what she though, she wishes someone had told her She told you she was down, you let it slip by So from then on she kept it on the inside She told herself she was alright But she was telling white lies Can't you tell? Look at her dull eyes Tried to stop herself from crying almost every night But she knew there was no chance of feeling alright Summer came by, all she wore was long sleeves 'Cause those cuts on her wrists were bleeding through you see She knew she was depressed, didn't want to admit it Didn't think she fit it, everyone seemed to miss it She carried on like a soldier with a battle wound Bleeding out from every cut her body consumed She had no friends at school, all alone she sat And if someone were to notice she would blame the cat But those cuts on her wrist, they were no mistake But no one cared enough to save her from this self hate Things were going down, never really up And here she is now stuck in this stupid rut She knew exactly what she had to do next Just stand on that chair and tie the rope around her neck She wrote a letter with her hands shaking wild "Look at me now, are you proud of your precious child?" But she knew that her parents weren't the ones to blame It was the world that should bow down it's head in shame She stood up on the chair and looked out at the moon Just don't think, it'll all be over soon The chair fell down as she took her final breath It's all over, all gone, now she's greeting death Her Mum walks in, she falls down to the floor And now nothing can take back what she just saw The little girl that she raised is just hanging there Her body's pale and her face is violently bare She sees the note and unfolds it with care All she does is stare, "How can this be fair?" She starts reading as the tears roll down her face "I'm sorry Mum but this world is just not my place I've tried for so long to fix this and fit in I've come to realise this world's full of sin There's nothing for me here, I'm just a waste of space I've got no reason to stay here with this awful race It's a disgrace, I was misplaced Born in the wrong time, and in the wrong place It's okay though, 'cause you'll see me soon You'll know when your time has come, just look at the moon As it shines bright, throughout the night And remember everyone's facing their own fight But I can't deal with the pain, I'm not a fighter You'll make it through the night, just hug your pillow tighter So let the world know, that I died in vein Because the world around me, is the one to blame And I know in a year, you'll forget I'm gone 'Cause I'm not really something to be dwelled on That's what they use to tell me, all those kids at school So I'm going by the law majority rules My presence on this earth is not needed any longer And if anything, I hope this makes you stronger You're the best friend, that I ever had Such a shame I had to make you so very sad But just remember that you meant everything to me And to my heart, you're the only one that held the key Now it's time to go, I'm running out of space to write And yes I lost my fight, but please just hold on tight I'm watching over you, from the clouds above And sending down the purest and whitest dove To watch over you, and be my helpful eye So this is it world, goodbye."
Dion- dream lover : Every night I hope and pray a dream lover who will come my way A girl to hold in my arms and know the magic of her charms Because I want, yea a girl to call, yea my own I want a dream lover so I don't have to dream alone Dream lover where are you with the love, oh so true And the hand that I can hold to feel you near as I grow old Because I want, yea a girl to call my own I want a dream lover so I don't have to dream alone Yea, some day I don't know how I hope she'll hear my plea Some way I don't know how she'll bring her love to me Dream lover until then I'll go to sleep and I dream again That's the only thing to do till all my lovers dreams come true Because I want, yea a girl to call, yea my own I want a dream lover so I don't have to dream alone Dream lover until then I'll go to sleep and I dream again That's the only thing to do till all my lovers dreams come true Because I want, yea a girl to call my own I want a dream lover so I don't have to dream alone Please don't make me dream alone Baby don't make me dream alone No, I don't wanna dream alone
I hate Mondays,
Tuesdays,
Wednesdays,
Thursdays and
half of Friday.
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