"I must be one of the devil's daughters, when I come around, scandal is my name..."
Alright, It's been months since I've written an entry inside your little stock of memory mr. livejournal. So, this should be a good one, a very long one at that.
Since my last entry I have long since broken up and been dumped three times, they've all been fairly "so-so".
Also, since working at Mesa Verde National Park monument, I broke down twice, yes, twice, and both times I ran to the bathroom because boy's aren't supposed to cry unless they happen to be extremely new wave or emo.
Oh, man, was I unprepared to work at Mesa Verde, I mean, I can deal with mean people, it's just that at work it's having to deal with international mean people and a lot of elder mean people.
I ended up crying because I was taking orders for food and what not and just loads of assholes decided to at the same time. So at the end of this day I'm just thinking "oh, man, I hate people and why are they so mean?!" and then this german man comes in yelling at me about the air conditioning asking "why is it on? don't you save energy!" and I'm dumbfounded wondering why the hell this man is yelling at me, do I look like manager material? fuck, no.
So, I'm trying to level with this guy, because, as you know mr. journal, I'm a bit of a hippie. I'm saying "Um, you should really talk to the manager about that because I know nothing about the air conditioning in the this place." and he just keeps saying "you should save energy!" and I got upset and then he left to eat his damn food (which, I also made, and now wish I put a lot of hot spicy crap in) outside.
After a while I was cleaning up just kind of amazed at how mean and rude people can be to strangers and that got me to thinking that people are hopeless and willing to yell at one another for no apparent reason other than that they have some past issues to deal with and then that still didn't justify any of what happened to "me" and then I just started tearing up and then I ran to the bathroom (well, I wouldn't say I ran, I "briskly walked"). and then I just sat on the tiled floor and cried a bit.
I turned on the faucet because the walls are a bit thin (and when you really think about that, it's gross, and embarrassing).
and that's how I lost hope in people, because everyone is now an asshole in my eyes, and they're all mean, unless I know them in some six degree way, then I'm sure they're some what nice.
also, another thing involving the bathroom happened at work a while back, truley embarrassing moment. I was using the bathroom because, for obvious reasons you don't poop in your pants. so, I was in a bit of a rush and I went to the bathroom. I locked the door undid my pants and plopped (funny?) myself in the seat and was you know, using the bathroom (no. 2, if you must know). well, apparently the door is a bit funny, it doesn't exactly close right, you see. so when I locked the door the door wasn't fully closed. yes, the door was not truley locked and some man walked in and just was as shocked as I was. "oh, no, Oh, NO! I'm sorry!" and I just didn't know what to do.
please, tell me what I should've done in said situation, I mean, aside from checking that the door was locked.
that was me at my second most vulnerable state in a bathroom and somone saw it. I wouldn't have cared if I was taking a piss because I can stand up and do that but sitting and pooping. I mean, geez, that's horrendous.
I'm going to submit that to seventeen magazine.
alright, enough, good bye, mr. livejournal.
You Are 27 Years Old
27
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
What Age Do You Act?
I'm the same age that Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin died, creepy, In a good way, of course.
Since my last entry I have long since broken up and been dumped three times, they've all been fairly "so-so".
Also, since working at Mesa Verde National Park monument, I broke down twice, yes, twice, and both times I ran to the bathroom because boy's aren't supposed to cry unless they happen to be extremely new wave or emo.
Oh, man, was I unprepared to work at Mesa Verde, I mean, I can deal with mean people, it's just that at work it's having to deal with international mean people and a lot of elder mean people.
I ended up crying because I was taking orders for food and what not and just loads of assholes decided to at the same time. So at the end of this day I'm just thinking "oh, man, I hate people and why are they so mean?!" and then this german man comes in yelling at me about the air conditioning asking "why is it on? don't you save energy!" and I'm dumbfounded wondering why the hell this man is yelling at me, do I look like manager material? fuck, no.
So, I'm trying to level with this guy, because, as you know mr. journal, I'm a bit of a hippie. I'm saying "Um, you should really talk to the manager about that because I know nothing about the air conditioning in the this place." and he just keeps saying "you should save energy!" and I got upset and then he left to eat his damn food (which, I also made, and now wish I put a lot of hot spicy crap in) outside.
After a while I was cleaning up just kind of amazed at how mean and rude people can be to strangers and that got me to thinking that people are hopeless and willing to yell at one another for no apparent reason other than that they have some past issues to deal with and then that still didn't justify any of what happened to "me" and then I just started tearing up and then I ran to the bathroom (well, I wouldn't say I ran, I "briskly walked"). and then I just sat on the tiled floor and cried a bit.
I turned on the faucet because the walls are a bit thin (and when you really think about that, it's gross, and embarrassing).
and that's how I lost hope in people, because everyone is now an asshole in my eyes, and they're all mean, unless I know them in some six degree way, then I'm sure they're some what nice.
also, another thing involving the bathroom happened at work a while back, truley embarrassing moment. I was using the bathroom because, for obvious reasons you don't poop in your pants. so, I was in a bit of a rush and I went to the bathroom. I locked the door undid my pants and plopped (funny?) myself in the seat and was you know, using the bathroom (no. 2, if you must know). well, apparently the door is a bit funny, it doesn't exactly close right, you see. so when I locked the door the door wasn't fully closed. yes, the door was not truley locked and some man walked in and just was as shocked as I was. "oh, no, Oh, NO! I'm sorry!" and I just didn't know what to do.
please, tell me what I should've done in said situation, I mean, aside from checking that the door was locked.
that was me at my second most vulnerable state in a bathroom and somone saw it. I wouldn't have cared if I was taking a piss because I can stand up and do that but sitting and pooping. I mean, geez, that's horrendous.
I'm going to submit that to seventeen magazine.
alright, enough, good bye, mr. livejournal.
You Are 27 Years Old
27
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
What Age Do You Act?
I'm the same age that Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin died, creepy, In a good way, of course.