Another headaches, another heartbreaks
Some thoughts on a Monday morning.
I like sticking my head into the ice machine at work because the smell reminds me of the materials used at Disney World, perhaps on a log type ride. Also, I imagine that smell would relate to Alaska, like icebergs, because it doesn't hurt your nose. That kind of smell is what you get in Indiana.
I want to collect more DVD's. I have The Audrey Hepburn DVD Collection, Donnie Darko, and Sin City. I want To Kill A Mockingbird, Say Anything, and V For Vendetta.
My dreams keep getting stranger and stranger these days.
I like alcohol, preferably beer.
My new favorite song is All These Things That I've Done by The Killers.
My dream world has gotten a little far-fetched lately. In such world I would currently be in Disney World with a certain number of friends and family in our private hotel or apartment at The Polynesian. I would also be a known model, run track and cross country, be a generous person and volunteer, be fun loving, and most importantly my boyfriend would still look at me the way he used to-- that crazy, almost fiery look he used to have whenever I smiled. And unfortunately, I am or have none of those.
I am having this fight with my brain by deciding whether I like working at the movie theatre more than at the snack bar. I am leaning towards the snack bar for various reasons. First, it pays more and the hours don't suck. Secondly, I could read and listen to music and talk on my cell phone. Third, my boss didn't really boss me (and unfortunately, I didn't understand this until my second job). The movie theatre is really strict. Our uniform has to be perfection and if your shirt isn't tucking in then you are either written up or fired on the spot. This situation depends on whether the district manager likes you and the chances he does are slim. Plus the work is really shitty. Popping popcorn and shoveling it to and fro is not exactly fun. I don't have to take out the trash or deal with racoons, but I feel really greasy at the end of the day. I am also technically required to upsell, but I think I would feel like a crook if I ever even tried. If I were a customer I would not want someone to say "Would you like to upgrade that to a Mega Combo for $2 bucks more?" I like the people that work there a lot more though. That is probably the only reason I am still working. I met up with a couple last night at Pirates. Everyone is so close to each other. With them I feel normal, not like I have to pretend to be a prissy bitch like at the pool. And that's about it.
I want to call Kristie and go to Chicago. If I don't leave the town I am going to go insane. Have I not already?
I like sticking my head into the ice machine at work because the smell reminds me of the materials used at Disney World, perhaps on a log type ride. Also, I imagine that smell would relate to Alaska, like icebergs, because it doesn't hurt your nose. That kind of smell is what you get in Indiana.
I want to collect more DVD's. I have The Audrey Hepburn DVD Collection, Donnie Darko, and Sin City. I want To Kill A Mockingbird, Say Anything, and V For Vendetta.
My dreams keep getting stranger and stranger these days.
I like alcohol, preferably beer.
My new favorite song is All These Things That I've Done by The Killers.
My dream world has gotten a little far-fetched lately. In such world I would currently be in Disney World with a certain number of friends and family in our private hotel or apartment at The Polynesian. I would also be a known model, run track and cross country, be a generous person and volunteer, be fun loving, and most importantly my boyfriend would still look at me the way he used to-- that crazy, almost fiery look he used to have whenever I smiled. And unfortunately, I am or have none of those.
I am having this fight with my brain by deciding whether I like working at the movie theatre more than at the snack bar. I am leaning towards the snack bar for various reasons. First, it pays more and the hours don't suck. Secondly, I could read and listen to music and talk on my cell phone. Third, my boss didn't really boss me (and unfortunately, I didn't understand this until my second job). The movie theatre is really strict. Our uniform has to be perfection and if your shirt isn't tucking in then you are either written up or fired on the spot. This situation depends on whether the district manager likes you and the chances he does are slim. Plus the work is really shitty. Popping popcorn and shoveling it to and fro is not exactly fun. I don't have to take out the trash or deal with racoons, but I feel really greasy at the end of the day. I am also technically required to upsell, but I think I would feel like a crook if I ever even tried. If I were a customer I would not want someone to say "Would you like to upgrade that to a Mega Combo for $2 bucks more?" I like the people that work there a lot more though. That is probably the only reason I am still working. I met up with a couple last night at Pirates. Everyone is so close to each other. With them I feel normal, not like I have to pretend to be a prissy bitch like at the pool. And that's about it.
I want to call Kristie and go to Chicago. If I don't leave the town I am going to go insane. Have I not already?