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Well i've come to a working solution.
complete and total social isolation.
if i dont talk to anybody the only person that can piss me off is myself. this has an odd smell of dejavous... kinda like in the 8th grade when the only time i saw daylight was on the way to school. the rest of my time was spent in my basement. i have no objection to this.
i figure the only thing i'll have to worry about is work, but i'm not too concerned with that as i'm not in any situation to get any shit from anybody with my schedule. i know i have at least a few box shifts, an IC1, and a floor shift or two, so i'm not exactly working under anybody because with the exception of the floor staff that tucker and dennis, and/or tien is on, i pretty much end up running the show anyway(see weekday floor with mandi "in charge").
staff meeting... the 26th i believe. yay. but poor andy. he's going to get destroyed by the staff. this biweekly shouldn't be too bad because elishia with a little help from me had the opportunity to proof the schedule. moved some newbs onto mains in place of the older people that were placed there(see cody bell. baller. not on a main this time around). of course these changes are all speculative as andy doesn't exactly have to listen to what we had to say. anyhoo. point being, hell is going to break loose, and the open door policy for suggestions is going to be in full force.
I dont know if i'm IC1 because of the fact that several of the older members dont have a FHC, or because of me proving that i'm a pimp in concessions.
I've listened to much music this class period;
those who cannot speak. english fire. nymphetamine. absinthe with faust. declaration. fade to black. hanging by a moment. rose of sharyn.
none of the subject from any of these songs has had any impact on my current mood. current mood being betrayed, stepped on, emotionaly destroyed, pissed off, and hanging on the edge. i guess on the plus side, i did my 8 chapters of math last night, and feel... okay about the test we took today. now the only class i have after this is single survival. could give a fuck less about that. wow. taxes. woowoot?!
complete and total social isolation.
if i dont talk to anybody the only person that can piss me off is myself. this has an odd smell of dejavous... kinda like in the 8th grade when the only time i saw daylight was on the way to school. the rest of my time was spent in my basement. i have no objection to this.
i figure the only thing i'll have to worry about is work, but i'm not too concerned with that as i'm not in any situation to get any shit from anybody with my schedule. i know i have at least a few box shifts, an IC1, and a floor shift or two, so i'm not exactly working under anybody because with the exception of the floor staff that tucker and dennis, and/or tien is on, i pretty much end up running the show anyway(see weekday floor with mandi "in charge").
staff meeting... the 26th i believe. yay. but poor andy. he's going to get destroyed by the staff. this biweekly shouldn't be too bad because elishia with a little help from me had the opportunity to proof the schedule. moved some newbs onto mains in place of the older people that were placed there(see cody bell. baller. not on a main this time around). of course these changes are all speculative as andy doesn't exactly have to listen to what we had to say. anyhoo. point being, hell is going to break loose, and the open door policy for suggestions is going to be in full force.
I dont know if i'm IC1 because of the fact that several of the older members dont have a FHC, or because of me proving that i'm a pimp in concessions.
I've listened to much music this class period;
those who cannot speak. english fire. nymphetamine. absinthe with faust. declaration. fade to black. hanging by a moment. rose of sharyn.
none of the subject from any of these songs has had any impact on my current mood. current mood being betrayed, stepped on, emotionaly destroyed, pissed off, and hanging on the edge. i guess on the plus side, i did my 8 chapters of math last night, and feel... okay about the test we took today. now the only class i have after this is single survival. could give a fuck less about that. wow. taxes. woowoot?!