Another weekend shot to hell...

I hate work sometimes, for example, I worked yesterday 4-12, and then I had to come into work this morning at 6-2pm, didn't actually get off until about 3 or so because I decided I wanted to get something to eat and just relax, by the time I got home I was so tired that I dam near collapsed after I took a shower, I fell asleep almost instantly, woke up at about 6 or so, thinking I slept 8, 9 hours, which in fact I just slept a little under 3, I went back to sleep, about 10:30, some STUPID Mexican calls asking for god knows who and to top it all off in broken english. After I told him wrong number twice, he got the message, but I had to do it slowly , so his retarded-non-english speaking brain would comprehend it, apparently it didn't, I hung up on the bastard and rolled over to go sleep, 20 minutes later, he calls again, I screamed at him "WRONG FUCKING NUMBER" and then slammed the phone in his ear. Then I turned off the ringer. Stupid fucker, speak english asswad, your in america now. The best part about writing this blog is, no mexican will be able to understand it, because it's in ENGLISH !!!!!  So after that little outburst of hatred, I couldn't go back to sleep, and decided to get up and stare aimlessly at my computer for the rest of the night. Yay !