venting
I am SO ANGRY at Papa John's. So angry, and it's for such a stupid, selfish reason-- they're possibly laying off or cutting the hours of thousands of employees, and all I can think about is "well, there's one of two reliable meals down the drain." Because I cannot in good conscience participate in a company's profiteering-- because that's what this is, profiteering-- and I cannot in good conscience ask the friend who provides that meal to order from someplace else, because of many reasons I don't particularly want to go into here.
And it just... it makes me angry, it makes me want to cry. I am guarateed a meal twice a week. The rest of the time, it's anyone's guess whether I can afford it, whether I think I can afford it, whether I can relax enough from worrying about money to actually eat it. Papa John's just took one of those guaranteed meals away from me.
And I feel so selfish worrying about that. Boo hoo, poor little rich girl, there are people whose lives depend on this. There are people who don't have people to buy them meals. I think I just need to grow up and cut down on expenses somehow so I'll stop freaking out about money-- except I won't, I know I won't, because I know myself, but I need to get over it anyway and help people who don't have my resources.
ugh.
tl;dr: bloo bloo bloo Papa John's bloo bloo bloo no free pizza for me bloo bloo bloo grow the fuck up, self.
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And it just... it makes me angry, it makes me want to cry. I am guarateed a meal twice a week. The rest of the time, it's anyone's guess whether I can afford it, whether I think I can afford it, whether I can relax enough from worrying about money to actually eat it. Papa John's just took one of those guaranteed meals away from me.
And I feel so selfish worrying about that. Boo hoo, poor little rich girl, there are people whose lives depend on this. There are people who don't have people to buy them meals. I think I just need to grow up and cut down on expenses somehow so I'll stop freaking out about money-- except I won't, I know I won't, because I know myself, but I need to get over it anyway and help people who don't have my resources.
ugh.
tl;dr: bloo bloo bloo Papa John's bloo bloo bloo no free pizza for me bloo bloo bloo grow the fuck up, self.
This entry is crossposted at http://bookblather.dreamwidth.org/112615.html. Please comment over there if possible.