psynapse

today was one of the nicest, most beautiful days (weather-wise) that i can remember living through. and being routinely chewed out at work basically ruined it for me. just being at work in the first place was bad enough. i am *this* close to quitting. like...very close. i tried to think of a witty analogy just then, but i couldn't. suffice it to say i am one obnoxious customer away from up and walking out of there in the middle of the day. no two weeks notice, and i'm keeping the fucking uniform. the only problem is that i've never gotten a job where one of my friends didn't work at the place before hand. the thought of going into a totally foreign environment and applying for a job with a bunch of strangers is the only reason i haven't quit my current job a long time ago. i don't know if i'd be able to do that. i guess at some point i will have to though, huh? i just don't know of any place that will pay me 10 bucks an hour for me to sit on my ass and do nothing. i have no college education, no real desire to do any sort of work, and i'd like evenings and weekends off. also, i don't want to be around any people, i don't want to have to wait on people, answer telephones, or use computers. i want to be able to take cigarette breaks any time i want them, or better yet, be able to smoke while doing my job. other than that, i'm pretty flexible. see you on the job site!