So I’m thinking about applying to Old Navy because I absolutely love that store, and it seems like an easy enough job. But it’s a ways away and I would use tons of gas to get there and back, and I don’t think I would be able to connect with anyone else working there. But there’s the employee discount and they probably pay better.
But then there’s my job at Quiznos, which is near my house so I’m barely using any gas at all. I bitch constantly about it, because it’s a hard job, and eighty percent of the time I come home crying. But I absolutely love working there if the boss isn’t involved. Waaaay cool people work there, and I get along with them, and really enjoy their company. My only problem is my boss. Which is the big problem. The tragic flaw.
I don’t know if I should apply to Old Navy and see what I can do about leaving Quiznos and losing friendships but gaining an easier job, better pay, and an employee’s discount to an amazing store. I know it’s not guaranteed I’d get a job there anyways, but I don’t know.
Maybe I could have two jobs, which would probably piss off my boss. And eventually, once school starts I’d have to leave one of them.
What should I do? Should I apply and just see what happens?
I used to have nightmares about my church and about people in my church all the time. The church was always gigantic, dark and ornate. Perhaps like one of those fancy churches in a European country. I was always there at night and there were no windows. And I always got lost because there were a bunch of confusing pathways. I just had another dream about my church except this time a whole bunch of seniors I knew were there, my best friends. Rissa, you were there too. Nothing bad happened, but in my dream I was excited to get the fuck out of there, let me tell you. There is no way I’m ever going back to my church again, except for perhaps a funeral. I can just imagine my own and my pastor being disrespectful AGAIN by mentioning how I neglected my duties of coming to church after being confirmed. Oh, I’m sure he would mention that multiple times. Fuck my pastor, fuck my church, fuck religion. Hehe!
Cannot sleep. Have to work in six hours. My legs are sore from working a ten hour shift yesterday. And I cannot stop thinking about my boss taking thirty dollars out of my paycheck because of a mistake I didn’t make. He tells me this after I worked my ass as hard as I possibly could yesterday. Fuck. My. Job. Fuck my legs.
I like to bitch.
I’m tired and sore from walking all day yesterday. I’m sun burnt. I just got my period and I’m experiencing all the crampy joy of it. I don’t get to go out to eat with my grandparents tonight and I have to work. Right afterwards I’m coming strait home to my messy bed and I will lay there for hours trying to figure things out. Hello hello hello ibuprofen!!
At least I get my pitiful paycheck tonight, half of what it was last time because a certain someone cut my hours in half.
I was just reading through all my posts on Tumblr during the last few weeks of school.
Boy was I miserable, like the lowest I’ve ever been.
I am NEVER going to do that to myself again. Never ever, because the sleep deprivation and the short but detrimental depression and the not being able to take showers because I was busy sleeping for an hour before school so my exhausted body could try and rehabilitate itself from the constant crying and all-night homework sessions.
That’s the closest I’ll ever let myself get to rock-bottom.
I just got to rid myself from this whole lazy thing.
I’m a new character. I’ve got to work on my acting.
I miss the fish fries, the picnic on the island, the minnows, the loons, the tall tall pine trees, the rocky rocky pine tree landscape, the moose, the black bears, the rustic look of everything, the fishing while listening to Gorillaz in the middle of the lake, the trying to get across the lake in the middle of a storm and that scary feeling you get that the next bump over the wave you may fall off.
I miss waking up every morning, dragging my feet onto the cold tile floor and feeling all the gritty dirtiness beneath them and looking out the window only seeing pine trees. Then walking to the bathroom with the smelly water, and washing my hands with the smelly water. Walking out to the porch where through a few pine trees you can see the beautiful lake and the docks and the falling-apart house on the other side of the cove. And you can smell it. You can smell the beauty of it all. The moist cool breeze. You can feel it.
I love that place. It must be my soul’s home, or something of the sort.
I’m trying to get tired. I want to make something of myself. I want to make it so I can go back to my Canada comfortably. I miss the Loon’s call oh so very much.
I need to work work work work work work work.
Incubus, I promise I’ll make myself. Thanks for the inspirational music, you’re a very beautiful band.
Some really severe weather where I live. There’s already been 31 (I think that was last estimate) tornadoes today. *hides under bed*
I live like 30 minutes away from you and all it has been is a bit windy. Granted I’ve been in the basement for the past three hours playing the Sims …
30 tornadoes?! Ho shizzz, good thing I’ve been in the basement. Bahaha.
Literally one of the worst jobs a teen in the area could have. People get mad at me for bitching, because of course I’m a prissy bitch whining for no good reason, but I’d like to see them try to work ten strait hours on your feet without a break only with the boss and his wife, who don’t do shit and yell at you constantly forcing you to go in the bathroom and cry for five minutes. Yeah, I’m just whining about dumb stuff, of course your job is worse and your life is sooooo hard.
Where do you work, dear? :c
Quiznos, you wouldn’t think it’s bad. It’s clean at least and we aren’t in a bad part of town, but god the Owner is just sooo hard to handle. A guy I used to work with told me that if you can handle the owner, you can handle absolutely ANYONE.