missfortyfive

Today I quite my last fucking retail job. I became a full time film maker. I'm poor ... but I've never felt this alive... ever.

It started with me opening the store today. It was a wreck but I was told not to touch anything because my mangers where doing a floor move. So I went about the daily hum drum ... when suddenly them DM busts through the door bitching at me about the store. She balmes me for making a bad first impression on the new DM ... I blew all this off but then the unthinkable happened. She fucking got on the phone with someone and bitched about me to them ... right in front of me !! saying things like "irresponsible " and "Can you believe this girl has the nerve to want to be a manger ?"

I snaped. Suddenly every bad, fucked retail experience came rushing into my head. And I simply said to myself ... I am better than this. I pulled off my store key and threw it down on the counter and said " Fuck you. I quite."

I will never again be a a fucking slave for these people. I will not be a 40 something bitch who never did anything with herself. I starve. I will live in a fucking box. And I will make movies.

Yes I'm young. Yes I have bills. Yes I know this means I'll have to work at silly ma and pa places in between movie shoots to make ends meat. If I break a bone I'm fucked. I won't be able to buy c.d.s ever again. I'll never drive a fucking cool car or ever see Disney world again. ... but you know what ? I'm happy. For the first time in a long time I can say that.