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So yeah, everybody hates me. I can't imagine why, except that I never talk, and then when I do I use words like "enigmatic" and "glum," which are apparently too difficult for normal people to understand. (Glum?? Honestly...) The more I open my mouth the more I realize that I really ought not to.
Everything I've done today has been wrong, and I know that there are just days like that, but the longer it went on, the worse it got. I had to ask where to put the trash, as if there was going to be someplace else to put it except in the trash taking receptacles. I think by that point my brain was just too embarrassed to hang around with me anymore. I kept ruining things, spilling goo all over the customers and their food, I left my cash drawer open while I went to switch to another drawer so that people could steal from me (hooray for lectures ending with "you could be fired"), and I forgot how to sweep...
So they made me clean the mystery goo from the gnat-infested drains, which is the job they give to people who suck at life. Probably justified, but quite disgusting nonetheless.
Ya know, even when I screw up, I try to make up for it. I worked really hard tonight, and to be the last one to get to go home because the manager's too busy playing tag in the front with other employees to remember that I'm there doing a job he didn't even really care got done in the first place really wasn't the most gratifying way to end an already unfun evening.
But in the end I don't care because I'm quitting Thursday, and as long as I know I've done my best, nothing else really matters.
There was a meteor shower tonight, but I only got to see one shooting star. I can has wishes? :D I'd like to learn to scuba dive. (That wasn't my wish. I'm just sayin'.)
Everything I've done today has been wrong, and I know that there are just days like that, but the longer it went on, the worse it got. I had to ask where to put the trash, as if there was going to be someplace else to put it except in the trash taking receptacles. I think by that point my brain was just too embarrassed to hang around with me anymore. I kept ruining things, spilling goo all over the customers and their food, I left my cash drawer open while I went to switch to another drawer so that people could steal from me (hooray for lectures ending with "you could be fired"), and I forgot how to sweep...
So they made me clean the mystery goo from the gnat-infested drains, which is the job they give to people who suck at life. Probably justified, but quite disgusting nonetheless.
Ya know, even when I screw up, I try to make up for it. I worked really hard tonight, and to be the last one to get to go home because the manager's too busy playing tag in the front with other employees to remember that I'm there doing a job he didn't even really care got done in the first place really wasn't the most gratifying way to end an already unfun evening.
But in the end I don't care because I'm quitting Thursday, and as long as I know I've done my best, nothing else really matters.
There was a meteor shower tonight, but I only got to see one shooting star. I can has wishes? :D I'd like to learn to scuba dive. (That wasn't my wish. I'm just sayin'.)