the more i think about it, the angrier i become.
with the pieces of evidence laid out before me, it's beginning to appear that there is a small group out to get me, but what i can't figure out is why. perhaps boredom, maybe just small-town mentality. people apparently need gossip and drama, and selfish, bored, empty little people that don't really care about anyone but themselves don't consider the trouble they might put others through for the sake of their own insignificant entertainment.
"with lives so empty/you keep searching/searching for the star of your own drama" are the aging Kloiterra lyrics on the subject.
it's that i trusted him; B, the one guy at work that i considered to be my buddy. i gave him one of my chef hats; we shared a lot of the same musical tastes and i gave him a large portion of my music collection; we used to talk about our angst toward the ridiculousness of our job and the apparent brainwash of the management.
looking back, i remember him telling me that he'd been offered a management position, but all it really came down to was that he'd be getting a raise. i congratulated him and we laughed at the notion of him being on the inside.
i didn't really think much about it when they cut my hours; i figured it was temporary. suddenly i'm only working two four-hour shifts a week. congratulations, you now clear $60 a week. this has been going on for just over a month, and then i talked to the old dishwasher guy that i hadn't seen in that time. he said that he'd asked my 'buddy' if i still worked there. his answer was "he only works two days a week. he gets student loans and said he didn't really NEED the job." yeah i said that to him before he was management--i didn't say it to Pearl, the person in charge of making the schedule.
then i started thinking back about all the things that Miel had said in the past, things she'd heard that i'd supposedly said from 'people who would probably know.' things like being with her was 'a waste of time.' i didn't say that, but i can see how what i may have said became that through simple grapevine miscommunication.
Miel's roommate is this guy's girlfriend.
what i'm feeling is a minor hatefulness toward everyone involved. i just can't figure out why he'd sell me out like that, but i'm not going to say a thing until i verify that it's all true. i know it is, but to not do the same thing he's done, i've got to hear it from my very least favorite person, Pearl, why my hours have been cut.
the word 'motherfucker' comes to mind when i think about how this guy may have compromised my job and my girl...and for what? i never gave this guy anything but kindness. this is definitely a principle issue--i've always hated the job and i'm just not feeling it anymore; after thinking about all of it; the miscommunication, the games...you could say that William's boat has drifted out to sea.
with the pieces of evidence laid out before me, it's beginning to appear that there is a small group out to get me, but what i can't figure out is why. perhaps boredom, maybe just small-town mentality. people apparently need gossip and drama, and selfish, bored, empty little people that don't really care about anyone but themselves don't consider the trouble they might put others through for the sake of their own insignificant entertainment.
"with lives so empty/you keep searching/searching for the star of your own drama" are the aging Kloiterra lyrics on the subject.
it's that i trusted him; B, the one guy at work that i considered to be my buddy. i gave him one of my chef hats; we shared a lot of the same musical tastes and i gave him a large portion of my music collection; we used to talk about our angst toward the ridiculousness of our job and the apparent brainwash of the management.
looking back, i remember him telling me that he'd been offered a management position, but all it really came down to was that he'd be getting a raise. i congratulated him and we laughed at the notion of him being on the inside.
i didn't really think much about it when they cut my hours; i figured it was temporary. suddenly i'm only working two four-hour shifts a week. congratulations, you now clear $60 a week. this has been going on for just over a month, and then i talked to the old dishwasher guy that i hadn't seen in that time. he said that he'd asked my 'buddy' if i still worked there. his answer was "he only works two days a week. he gets student loans and said he didn't really NEED the job." yeah i said that to him before he was management--i didn't say it to Pearl, the person in charge of making the schedule.
then i started thinking back about all the things that Miel had said in the past, things she'd heard that i'd supposedly said from 'people who would probably know.' things like being with her was 'a waste of time.' i didn't say that, but i can see how what i may have said became that through simple grapevine miscommunication.
Miel's roommate is this guy's girlfriend.
what i'm feeling is a minor hatefulness toward everyone involved. i just can't figure out why he'd sell me out like that, but i'm not going to say a thing until i verify that it's all true. i know it is, but to not do the same thing he's done, i've got to hear it from my very least favorite person, Pearl, why my hours have been cut.
the word 'motherfucker' comes to mind when i think about how this guy may have compromised my job and my girl...and for what? i never gave this guy anything but kindness. this is definitely a principle issue--i've always hated the job and i'm just not feeling it anymore; after thinking about all of it; the miscommunication, the games...you could say that William's boat has drifted out to sea.