locally hated in my hometown

sunday was right

sunday

oh how i hate this godforsaken day. It's 07:45 pm and soon I need to go to sleep. 

I've been sick for quite a while now, I would feel even more guilt if I stayed at home now. I can't, I hate this job so much, I don't want to go back. I have to run around so much, It's boring, partially disgusting and I just can't deal with so many incomprehensible people. 

society's ideal system is seven rest days. that's how many I need to be mentally prepared for just one day in this depressing, hopeless facility, anyway.