I dream of COOKIES
Cookies and bugs actually. Odd.
Anyway the job is pretty awesome. It keeps me on my feet for like 8 hours at a time though so my feet are not so happily getting used to me standing for long periods of time. It's like my whole body is in shock. It's confussled. Mornings on weekdays are a breeze but they usually don't bring as much tips as weekends. Chaos = lotsa tips most of the time. People either really like the service or take pity on our overworked souls. Because I worked on Monday for Joe I got his Thursday off so I really have Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday off. How awesome is that? Saturday I work 2 till 10 but Joe will be there for a while and Carrie will be closing with me so it shouldn't be so bad. I cannot wait to get paid. It'll be nice to save some money for the first time in a while and to get a few things that I've been wanting for months now. So it's all looking up and stuff. I just don't have time to sit around and do nothing like I used to. I try to read a bit before I go into work and a little before bed. My diary is heavily neglected at this point. I'm thinking about finishing that last entry then leaving the rest of the pages blank or decorating them or something so I can start out fresh and once or twice a week ish in my new diary. I miss Cece. Yet whenever I do see her or talk to her I feel that she feels superior to me and my line of work. She'll say random things that seem to be saying that she's got it better or worse than I do...which ever one will benefit her in the moment. I mean I know her job pays more and she has a set schedual and school and all...I know that must be a lot to put up with and keep under control. But I just don't have it in me to want to agree with her. Sometimes I want to argue the fact that I stand for seven or eight hours a day and I deal with some very ignorant cookie craving beasts from the inner depths of hell. I cannot read at work like she can. As aggravating and confusing as it can all be I feel good when I come home knowing I'll be able to put some money in the bank later...and that I possibly made some people happy. I do not tell her this though...because it's not worth the argument. Let her think she's better or has it worse or whatever prize/label she's going after. In the end I know what matters to me. We're both hard working and dedicated to keeping ourselves financially stable so once in a blue moon we can have an awesome dinner or shopping extravaganza together. I know we will now treasure every few hours we spend together because now that we're both working those get togethers will be few and far between...especially when she starts working at Commerce in the near future. I hope I'm more alive for CBF day this friday. Last friday I was too tired to really enjoy it. Plus...I get paid this Friday!!! <(^_^)>
:*:Sweetness:*:
Anyway the job is pretty awesome. It keeps me on my feet for like 8 hours at a time though so my feet are not so happily getting used to me standing for long periods of time. It's like my whole body is in shock. It's confussled. Mornings on weekdays are a breeze but they usually don't bring as much tips as weekends. Chaos = lotsa tips most of the time. People either really like the service or take pity on our overworked souls. Because I worked on Monday for Joe I got his Thursday off so I really have Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday off. How awesome is that? Saturday I work 2 till 10 but Joe will be there for a while and Carrie will be closing with me so it shouldn't be so bad. I cannot wait to get paid. It'll be nice to save some money for the first time in a while and to get a few things that I've been wanting for months now. So it's all looking up and stuff. I just don't have time to sit around and do nothing like I used to. I try to read a bit before I go into work and a little before bed. My diary is heavily neglected at this point. I'm thinking about finishing that last entry then leaving the rest of the pages blank or decorating them or something so I can start out fresh and once or twice a week ish in my new diary. I miss Cece. Yet whenever I do see her or talk to her I feel that she feels superior to me and my line of work. She'll say random things that seem to be saying that she's got it better or worse than I do...which ever one will benefit her in the moment. I mean I know her job pays more and she has a set schedual and school and all...I know that must be a lot to put up with and keep under control. But I just don't have it in me to want to agree with her. Sometimes I want to argue the fact that I stand for seven or eight hours a day and I deal with some very ignorant cookie craving beasts from the inner depths of hell. I cannot read at work like she can. As aggravating and confusing as it can all be I feel good when I come home knowing I'll be able to put some money in the bank later...and that I possibly made some people happy. I do not tell her this though...because it's not worth the argument. Let her think she's better or has it worse or whatever prize/label she's going after. In the end I know what matters to me. We're both hard working and dedicated to keeping ourselves financially stable so once in a blue moon we can have an awesome dinner or shopping extravaganza together. I know we will now treasure every few hours we spend together because now that we're both working those get togethers will be few and far between...especially when she starts working at Commerce in the near future. I hope I'm more alive for CBF day this friday. Last friday I was too tired to really enjoy it. Plus...I get paid this Friday!!! <(^_^)>
:*:Sweetness:*: