another full [shit]
Yesterday was the last day of my school career. It wasn’t nearly as emotional as I thought I would be… in fact I couldn’t contain my excitement that the end was finally here. I think I came to terms with the fact that I can’t control how the rest of my life ends up…and holding on to the past isn’t going to give me that control. People who find me important or I find important will stay in my life…the others will go their ways and I’ll go mine…it’s just a simple truth I have to deal with. I think I also was more lax about the whole situation because I found a vocal coach meaning my worst nightmare of music becoming a part of my past is put to rest.
aside from the time I’ve already put into reflecting on this…I wasn’t given much time other than the time I had. Today I basically started how my life is going to be until January of 2006. I went to work at 8:30am…it was going fine…the days seemed as though it were going to be relatively easy…relatively easy that is right up until 4pm…right around the time that I should have been leaving…see, at this exact time a fellow co-worker of mine who was having a bad couple of days was the appropriate time for her to take her pay check, slap her back pack on and sprint out the door to her car and peel out of the parking lot… after confessing to me that she wanted to leave because she “couldn’t take it” and was “about to cry” due to her predicament that had nothing to do with work. So what did this have to do with me, you might ask…? Because she sprinted out the door before I had the chance to I had to stay…stay, that is for an extra 2 hours and make up all the work she was supposed to have done as well as the work I was suppose to be doing.
As if this wasn’t enough to make any day one of the worst ever my boss not only treated me like a new employee for the rest of the day completing forgetting the fact I will have been working there for a year in 2 weeks but she was also extremely snotty with me and, as with any negative situation, decided it was my fault and spoke to me as if I had committed the action of picking up and shipping out unexpectedly.
Tomorrow I am cleaning up after this psyco again…meaning I have to put in another full shit [I mean shift but after I typed shit it just seemed appropriate…]. I just can’t wait to see my pay check.
-John
aside from the time I’ve already put into reflecting on this…I wasn’t given much time other than the time I had. Today I basically started how my life is going to be until January of 2006. I went to work at 8:30am…it was going fine…the days seemed as though it were going to be relatively easy…relatively easy that is right up until 4pm…right around the time that I should have been leaving…see, at this exact time a fellow co-worker of mine who was having a bad couple of days was the appropriate time for her to take her pay check, slap her back pack on and sprint out the door to her car and peel out of the parking lot… after confessing to me that she wanted to leave because she “couldn’t take it” and was “about to cry” due to her predicament that had nothing to do with work. So what did this have to do with me, you might ask…? Because she sprinted out the door before I had the chance to I had to stay…stay, that is for an extra 2 hours and make up all the work she was supposed to have done as well as the work I was suppose to be doing.
As if this wasn’t enough to make any day one of the worst ever my boss not only treated me like a new employee for the rest of the day completing forgetting the fact I will have been working there for a year in 2 weeks but she was also extremely snotty with me and, as with any negative situation, decided it was my fault and spoke to me as if I had committed the action of picking up and shipping out unexpectedly.
Tomorrow I am cleaning up after this psyco again…meaning I have to put in another full shit [I mean shift but after I typed shit it just seemed appropriate…]. I just can’t wait to see my pay check.
-John