Sick

I'm sick of my job, I'm sick of my job, I'm sick of my job. 2010 is the last year I am wasting in this job. The only thing I'm thinking of when my customer ask me something is "I do not care. I am not interrested. Why don't you tell that to someone who gives a shit." Everyday I come here I feel like I'm being torn into smaller and smaller pieces. I just don't want to come here no more. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here.