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Eric's birthday was Friday. He's finally twenty-one ahaha. I never in a million years thought I'd be dating someone younger than me, but I've found that it really DOESN'T matter. He acts older than his age, he looks older than his age, etc. We went to McCann's in Belmar with Erica and her boyfriend, Don, where two of Eric's friends met up with us for a few drinks. Then later we went to The Annex in Asbury Park. I had never been there before and it was exactly as I thought it would be. Hipster central. The atmosphere was alright, but the people that I knew there sucked pretty hard.
The best was when a girl at one point in time I thought was----
I'm not going to finish that sentence because one person will have to deal with the aftershock of my words, and that person isn't me. She doesn't need to have someone bitch at her.
In other news, I got a second job at a bakery in Manasquan. It's a cute little place that serves exotic teas and coffees and the most delicious looking baked goods. Can't wait. I start Sunday morning (7:30am... lol @ me).
Dealing with working at the Inkwell is starting to become just that-- "dealing" with working. I love the people I work with here, except for one person who thinks it's okay to call me a bitch, dyke, whore, cunt, etc in Spanish. Said person also steals shit and then lies about it. Said person gives me an attitude when I ask him to do the dishes (which he lets pile up in the sink and won't even bat an eyelash at, unless my boss is present).
And again- my boss is going through some tough times right now in his personal life and I understand he's under quite a bit of pressure with that... but that's no excuse to tell people you'd fire one of the loyal, trustworthy workers before firing the lying, filthy, lazy, ex-con CRACKHEAD (no joke) he has "slaving away" in the kitchen...
THAT is just wrong.
I'm not going to go out "with a bang"... I haven't even thought much about leaving the Inkwell. Sadly though, each day of bullshit at that place helps to fade the memory of when it was a fun, happy environment.
Whatever I decide, I'd rather give my job a long period of time for notice, and help out whatever way I can before then...
... unless it gets to the boiling point and I lose my shit in a fit of red-rage. Who knows.
The best was when a girl at one point in time I thought was----
I'm not going to finish that sentence because one person will have to deal with the aftershock of my words, and that person isn't me. She doesn't need to have someone bitch at her.
In other news, I got a second job at a bakery in Manasquan. It's a cute little place that serves exotic teas and coffees and the most delicious looking baked goods. Can't wait. I start Sunday morning (7:30am... lol @ me).
Dealing with working at the Inkwell is starting to become just that-- "dealing" with working. I love the people I work with here, except for one person who thinks it's okay to call me a bitch, dyke, whore, cunt, etc in Spanish. Said person also steals shit and then lies about it. Said person gives me an attitude when I ask him to do the dishes (which he lets pile up in the sink and won't even bat an eyelash at, unless my boss is present).
And again- my boss is going through some tough times right now in his personal life and I understand he's under quite a bit of pressure with that... but that's no excuse to tell people you'd fire one of the loyal, trustworthy workers before firing the lying, filthy, lazy, ex-con CRACKHEAD (no joke) he has "slaving away" in the kitchen...
THAT is just wrong.
I'm not going to go out "with a bang"... I haven't even thought much about leaving the Inkwell. Sadly though, each day of bullshit at that place helps to fade the memory of when it was a fun, happy environment.
Whatever I decide, I'd rather give my job a long period of time for notice, and help out whatever way I can before then...
... unless it gets to the boiling point and I lose my shit in a fit of red-rage. Who knows.