Man, I am SO glad that today is over.
So glad.
On my drive to work, I thought about all of the things that I really enjoyed in life, and how I wanted to come home and write a long journal entry about it. That positivity got shot to shit, as soon as I came to work.
I was told to be in @ 10. Like a good little worker, I was in at ten (an hour early than I was supposed to be), and I was told that Steve would be in at 10 as well. At 10:20, I ask my boss, Where's Steve? He goes to my other boss, (I refer to them as dumb and dumber) "Did you call Steve?" Just as I thought. Both asshole bosses forgot to tell Steve to come in @ 10 as well, so I was stuck doing all of the opening work, PLUS setting up for the TWO parties that were coming in. Oooh, I was NOT HAPPY. Whatever. I'm not going to give you a boring play-by-play of the rest of my 11 hours at work, but I'll just tell you this: there were alot of VERY rude customers. People need to fucking wake up, you do NOT FUCK WITH the person who is serving you your food/drink. Look damnit, I'm a fucking college student. I'm not an idiot, I've been in the business for 6 years, you do not need to speak to me like I'm deaf/dumb/12 years old. Like who the fuck do you think you are? You think you're so much better than me? Doubtful. Whatever.
I get told that shit is going to change, and it doesn't. It's the same bullshit drama day in and day out. Why do I stay? I'm not really sure anymore. I like it there for the most part. I guess I stay for the people I work with, because it's certainly not for the money. Hunt for Job #2 will start this week, actually no it wont, bkz tomorrow is my only day off. Working 3 doubles again this week.
Anyway.
Back to happier things.
I drove home yesterday on my first Saturday off in forever, and spent the whole day with my mom, catching up, laying out by the pool, swimming, and she cooked me a yum dinner. It was nice. She was really surprised/happy to see me, and it was very relaxing for once. My mom told me something she heard on Oprah which I thought was interesting : "You know you have succeeded as a parent if your children have left the nest." Hah. Success, or your children just can't stand to be in the same household as you anymore. I guess it's a little bit of both for me.
Justin's coming up tonite. I like our Sunday nights together.
After hanging out with my mom, I drove to Philly to BBQ with Kerry and her boyfriend, and then we drove back to Jersey to hang out at her brother's apartment. That was fun. Very chill, different people, different change of pace. I did not get any sleep last nite tho, which sucks. I'll sleep like a fucking baby tonight tho.
I'm getting a little aggravated that my roommates make no attempt to do any kind of housework. Now I know that I'm here more than they are, but still, someone else needs to clean the fucking bathroom for once. They just don't really care tho. Grrr.
Okay, enough griping. Maybe later after I've smoked a fat blunt I'll write that post of happy things that I was thinking about earlier.
xox.
So glad.
On my drive to work, I thought about all of the things that I really enjoyed in life, and how I wanted to come home and write a long journal entry about it. That positivity got shot to shit, as soon as I came to work.
I was told to be in @ 10. Like a good little worker, I was in at ten (an hour early than I was supposed to be), and I was told that Steve would be in at 10 as well. At 10:20, I ask my boss, Where's Steve? He goes to my other boss, (I refer to them as dumb and dumber) "Did you call Steve?" Just as I thought. Both asshole bosses forgot to tell Steve to come in @ 10 as well, so I was stuck doing all of the opening work, PLUS setting up for the TWO parties that were coming in. Oooh, I was NOT HAPPY. Whatever. I'm not going to give you a boring play-by-play of the rest of my 11 hours at work, but I'll just tell you this: there were alot of VERY rude customers. People need to fucking wake up, you do NOT FUCK WITH the person who is serving you your food/drink. Look damnit, I'm a fucking college student. I'm not an idiot, I've been in the business for 6 years, you do not need to speak to me like I'm deaf/dumb/12 years old. Like who the fuck do you think you are? You think you're so much better than me? Doubtful. Whatever.
I get told that shit is going to change, and it doesn't. It's the same bullshit drama day in and day out. Why do I stay? I'm not really sure anymore. I like it there for the most part. I guess I stay for the people I work with, because it's certainly not for the money. Hunt for Job #2 will start this week, actually no it wont, bkz tomorrow is my only day off. Working 3 doubles again this week.
Anyway.
Back to happier things.
I drove home yesterday on my first Saturday off in forever, and spent the whole day with my mom, catching up, laying out by the pool, swimming, and she cooked me a yum dinner. It was nice. She was really surprised/happy to see me, and it was very relaxing for once. My mom told me something she heard on Oprah which I thought was interesting : "You know you have succeeded as a parent if your children have left the nest." Hah. Success, or your children just can't stand to be in the same household as you anymore. I guess it's a little bit of both for me.
Justin's coming up tonite. I like our Sunday nights together.
After hanging out with my mom, I drove to Philly to BBQ with Kerry and her boyfriend, and then we drove back to Jersey to hang out at her brother's apartment. That was fun. Very chill, different people, different change of pace. I did not get any sleep last nite tho, which sucks. I'll sleep like a fucking baby tonight tho.
I'm getting a little aggravated that my roommates make no attempt to do any kind of housework. Now I know that I'm here more than they are, but still, someone else needs to clean the fucking bathroom for once. They just don't really care tho. Grrr.
Okay, enough griping. Maybe later after I've smoked a fat blunt I'll write that post of happy things that I was thinking about earlier.
xox.
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Sorry to hear about work...that really sucks.