whitelightriver

I'm at work right now...I hate this fucking job. I work 40 hours per week @ $12 per hour for a total of $480 dollars per week. That means I make pretty decent money, considering my last job paid $6.50 per hour. Most people, especially those as indebted as I am, would stick with the job no matter how awful it is. Why do I hate it? It's just mindless. There is almost no intelligence involved. It's dronery; I'm a robot. I hate routine. I'm an artist. I'm not meant for desk jobs.

The truth is that I value happiness and personal satisfaction more than large amounts of money. I was recently hired at Express at $8.50 per hour. I like the people there, I like the variety of tasks to perform, and social interaction isn't limited to less than 30 unique people per day (at most). I would probably be assigned, at max, half as many hours as I'm working right now. I'm set to work weekends until school starts. If I didn't need the money so badly, I'd quit today and begin working at Express for the rest of the summer. I feel like I am dying inside, every day that I work at this job. Truthfully, I feel that I am paid too much for the work that I do. In an 8-9 hr work day, I perform no more than 2 total hours worth of work. The rest of the time I pretend to be working. I'm really on here.

I went in for cashier training yesterday at Express. Really, I don't fit in there. I guarantee that I'm the only person with 00g. It's so fashion-oriented. I don't really like fashion. But somehow, I like it. I feel at home. Granted, I haven't ACTUALLY worked yet, but I know what to expect. I've worked in retail before, at a skateshop called Fast Forward.

Once school starts, I'm going to need money like air. If you're reading this, PLEASE give me some ideas as to how I could earn some money. I'd whore myself out for money - but I'd be an expensive whore. Remember that, Dallas girls, on all your lonely nights.

I'm only halfway joking.