My job is on the line because of some fuckers. This ships sinking and I'm slowly starting to feel the water rise above my head. Andy and I are the captains who are trying to keep this ship afloat.
This whole damned week is shitty and so is this fucking month coming up. We've got way too much on our hands and someone is going to take the dive. I feel I'm taking one, I feel I'm going to get a demotion because of some fucker.
I'm now currently looking for another "management" job just in case I am shit canned because of my incompetent crew. They just look at this as another "job" and I look at this a career now that I started to make it my life and make something of myself. I finally started to prove myself to the world and now others are trying to bring me down, and they're doing a damn good job at making me hate people.
This is really making me depressed.
I randomly thought about my future, what I wanted to do. I want my own store, I want to make the money I want to be happy, somewhat as far as a manager of a GameStop could ever be. Random thoughts of wanting to settle down have popped up in my head every so often, it makes me wonder why? Maybe I want to have something solidified in my life and something that is a constant. I want what my parents had when they were in love and I don't want it to last like everyone I know around me. Divorce is an easy way out and an ugly word.
I don't know it seems I'm just a sucker for romantics. I have never considered hanging out and seeing concerts or going to dinner for the hell of it a date with my ex's I've had. I've always wanted to do the romantic themed things I've idealized from movies. I want a life similar to the movies I've seen John Cusack in. Maybe I am a sucker for romantics, head in the clouds living in a fantastical world and trying to live in the real world at the same time. Don Quixote, possibly deluded my imaginings of a chivalrous life and that of a grandeur that would be a modern "knight-errant". I constantly think I was born in the wrong era, born too far in the future or too far in the past. I was not meant to be here with these thoughts, not in this time line where it seems chivalry and a code of honor have become fables and things people do not aspire to achieve or do. Maybe I'm just a crazy hopeless romantic.
I have Tuesday off, my only real day off next week I think too. Will probably spend that day working on the yard and then possibly if I get a chance play some Halo 3 online for the first time since I got it. All I know is I've never asked for much from this job, and now I'm starting to get burned out because of my 50+ hrs of servitude, and I only get paid for 40 of them. I'll be at the store next week for 50+ Hrs trying to clean up the mess and get this ship stable. I feel Andy and I will be in the worst moods for the next few weeks. If we manage to get the store back into shape we'll be less stressed and we'll be back on top like we used to be.
I've rambled enough. this probably makes no sense to any but myself, I usually write straight from thought and never proof read, I feel this is how I should write all the time. Straight from the mind and heart, it shows the real me. I hide behind the facade of who I've become, I've created a false image through deceitful stories and mannerisms. Trust me when I say I'm truthful in these writings, that's all I can ever say. When I write, I tell it all how it's supposed to be or was meant to be.
~Michael
This whole damned week is shitty and so is this fucking month coming up. We've got way too much on our hands and someone is going to take the dive. I feel I'm taking one, I feel I'm going to get a demotion because of some fucker.
I'm now currently looking for another "management" job just in case I am shit canned because of my incompetent crew. They just look at this as another "job" and I look at this a career now that I started to make it my life and make something of myself. I finally started to prove myself to the world and now others are trying to bring me down, and they're doing a damn good job at making me hate people.
This is really making me depressed.
I randomly thought about my future, what I wanted to do. I want my own store, I want to make the money I want to be happy, somewhat as far as a manager of a GameStop could ever be. Random thoughts of wanting to settle down have popped up in my head every so often, it makes me wonder why? Maybe I want to have something solidified in my life and something that is a constant. I want what my parents had when they were in love and I don't want it to last like everyone I know around me. Divorce is an easy way out and an ugly word.
I don't know it seems I'm just a sucker for romantics. I have never considered hanging out and seeing concerts or going to dinner for the hell of it a date with my ex's I've had. I've always wanted to do the romantic themed things I've idealized from movies. I want a life similar to the movies I've seen John Cusack in. Maybe I am a sucker for romantics, head in the clouds living in a fantastical world and trying to live in the real world at the same time. Don Quixote, possibly deluded my imaginings of a chivalrous life and that of a grandeur that would be a modern "knight-errant". I constantly think I was born in the wrong era, born too far in the future or too far in the past. I was not meant to be here with these thoughts, not in this time line where it seems chivalry and a code of honor have become fables and things people do not aspire to achieve or do. Maybe I'm just a crazy hopeless romantic.
I have Tuesday off, my only real day off next week I think too. Will probably spend that day working on the yard and then possibly if I get a chance play some Halo 3 online for the first time since I got it. All I know is I've never asked for much from this job, and now I'm starting to get burned out because of my 50+ hrs of servitude, and I only get paid for 40 of them. I'll be at the store next week for 50+ Hrs trying to clean up the mess and get this ship stable. I feel Andy and I will be in the worst moods for the next few weeks. If we manage to get the store back into shape we'll be less stressed and we'll be back on top like we used to be.
I've rambled enough. this probably makes no sense to any but myself, I usually write straight from thought and never proof read, I feel this is how I should write all the time. Straight from the mind and heart, it shows the real me. I hide behind the facade of who I've become, I've created a false image through deceitful stories and mannerisms. Trust me when I say I'm truthful in these writings, that's all I can ever say. When I write, I tell it all how it's supposed to be or was meant to be.
~Michael