.breathe already, it's just fuckin pizza.
God I wish I could look at some of those people I work with and just scream that to them, at least Nate found it amusing. I really thought I would start to like my job after awhile. It's not like me to have such negative feelings toward one so soon after acquiring it in the first place. But I just don't fit in there for some reason, I don't know what it is. I've never had a problem making friends and I'd consider myself a pretty likable person (at least now anyway, lord knows I didn't used to be) so I just don't get it. It's almost as if I don't feel welcome there I guess, and it's not even the managers anymore (well excluding Andrea- she loves working with me). I don't slack off, I wear the stupid uniform (I even bought the damn non-slip shoes for them) and I just get my job done. So what's the problem here? I can even forsee what's going to happen tonight when I go in there at six. I'll be inside doing ovens or some shit like that while the "favorites" (Niki, Greg, Tom, Brett, Chad, Erin, etc..) are just sitting outside shooting the shit type thing. But yet I'm the one they don't like. So I went to Hungry Howies, and got hit on by every guy that worked there, and I can deliver in skirts.. yeah, I hope I get that job. And I can wear my nose ring without people jumping down my throat about it. It's one thing if it actually was a health code violation and they didn't want me to wear it, but the fact that every single other fast food or pizza place lets people wear earings makes that "health code" claim, just a little skeptical. I'm sorry I'm not comfortable taking the damn thing out and it hurts- it's not even that noticable. And if I do figure out how to finally get it out and switch back and forth between that and a clear one, it's going to get infected. And will be a big ugly red sore. Yeah, like that'll look so much better. Not to mention it has sentimental value (yeah, I'm weird). I got wasted in Canada and decided to get my nose pierced spur of the moment. It was cool. So it's staying. They can fire me. I don't care, it's not like anyone there besides Sarah, Matt, Katie, & Liz really like me all that much anyway. And I don't expect everyone to like me, but what bothers me is when they don't even have a reason to dislike me in the first place. *Sigh* Oh damn, I'm not in the in crowd at fuckin Papa John's, I guess my life is over. Hah. On a better note, I skipped all my classes yesterday (which really isn't like me, I have a reason) except my night class. Brandon and I were walking to class while it was pouring raining so we decided to stop in Kirkof to wait for the rain to lighten up (I love rain though, I just wish it coulda came on a day where I dind't have class.) So we started watching the movie playing on the big screen while we were waiting. We only had the intent of missing the first class we had at 10 but couldn't seem to pull ourselves away from this movie. It was called "Crash" and I would highly recommend it to anyone. I think my sociology teachers wouldn't have even minded I missed class to see it, as it correlates quite well to alot of the stuff we were talking about in class anyway. It was such a moving movie though, go see it if you haven't, I think it's playing in Kirkof till Sunday- I'd see it again. Oh yeah, I'm having a costume party on October 29th after our Westland tournament since it's only one day. Everyone is welcome to come. I'm going to be Deb from Napolean Dynamite, I need a Napolean though, haha. But I'm out, I have another stupid oral surgery follow up to get to, and then it's off to the Papa's Finest.. can't fuckin wait.