Not much longer...
Heroine, you rock.
Today was very cool...I got to hang out with my Mama for the first time in six weeks (since she works out of state), bought some overalls (for a top secret mission in the near future), played with my dogs, and showed off my newly finished tattoo. Life is at its best when its also at its simplest, and today was a 1st grade crossword kind of day.
Tomorrow however, I start the three day run of hell--Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday morning-- are upon me. The trifecta of shifts that prove Murphy knew his shit because anything that can go wrong will, and at the worst possible time. Any of you fellow waitresses know the hell that is the weekend, but at least there should be some cash involved
. I need a LOT of money right now, as my house payment, car payment, insurance, electricity, credit cards, and other outstanding debts are either late or due, so when an asshole hands me a dollar in a "Jesus Saves" pamphlet and asks why I'm working and not in church this morning, I vow to resist the urge to tell him that I'd rather not associate with people who spend their lives harrassing waitresses and demanding extra ranch dressing only to make Jesus look like the patron fucking saint of tightwads. It totally sucks to be young and broke.
I've been thinking a lot about the future today, and I have decided that I haven't a clue. Writing has always been the thing that got me through the more emotionally turbulent times in my life, but I have to question its ability to provide a decent income after college. I always think about a career in fashion merchandising or upper retail management as well, but I know the hell that is dealing with middle-aged housewives-cum-department store associates, and I'm not sure I want to spend my lunch hours discussing the virtues of Lean Cuisine vs. Smart Ones. Perhaps I could become a professional smart ass?
If anyone has a knack for spotting skills in human beings, please tell me what you think I'm cut out for. I'm tired of trying to "realize my own potential".
Right now my main goal in life is to be on the cover of a tattoo magazine (my mother is soo proud
) and hopefully gain "pink" status when my set goes up for review, so I guess I'll cross the "career" bridge when I get there.
Kitson
Heroine, you rock.
Today was very cool...I got to hang out with my Mama for the first time in six weeks (since she works out of state), bought some overalls (for a top secret mission in the near future), played with my dogs, and showed off my newly finished tattoo. Life is at its best when its also at its simplest, and today was a 1st grade crossword kind of day.
Tomorrow however, I start the three day run of hell--Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday morning-- are upon me. The trifecta of shifts that prove Murphy knew his shit because anything that can go wrong will, and at the worst possible time. Any of you fellow waitresses know the hell that is the weekend, but at least there should be some cash involved
. I need a LOT of money right now, as my house payment, car payment, insurance, electricity, credit cards, and other outstanding debts are either late or due, so when an asshole hands me a dollar in a "Jesus Saves" pamphlet and asks why I'm working and not in church this morning, I vow to resist the urge to tell him that I'd rather not associate with people who spend their lives harrassing waitresses and demanding extra ranch dressing only to make Jesus look like the patron fucking saint of tightwads. It totally sucks to be young and broke.I've been thinking a lot about the future today, and I have decided that I haven't a clue. Writing has always been the thing that got me through the more emotionally turbulent times in my life, but I have to question its ability to provide a decent income after college. I always think about a career in fashion merchandising or upper retail management as well, but I know the hell that is dealing with middle-aged housewives-cum-department store associates, and I'm not sure I want to spend my lunch hours discussing the virtues of Lean Cuisine vs. Smart Ones. Perhaps I could become a professional smart ass?
If anyone has a knack for spotting skills in human beings, please tell me what you think I'm cut out for. I'm tired of trying to "realize my own potential".
Right now my main goal in life is to be on the cover of a tattoo magazine (my mother is soo proud
) and hopefully gain "pink" status when my set goes up for review, so I guess I'll cross the "career" bridge when I get there. KitsonVIEW 15 of 15 COMMENTS
Writing can be a hard market to break into. Not sure what style writing you do, but even if you decide to change career paths don't give up on it.
Writing has been so amazing for me, even if no one else is ever to see it.