oh balls....
So...yeah, tomorrow I am officially going to be 31 years old; oddly enough, I'm not ALL that depressed about it. I've come to accept the fact that I am now into my third decade of residence on this mud ball. I think what I'm a little depressed about is the fact that I can't find a job that doesn't consist reporting to a fucking temp agency every day. I never thought I would say this, and my wife can attest to this, I MISS SERVING! And not just the monetary aspect of it...I actually miss the interaction with people; yes, I MISS interacting with people. Even if all I ever really did was complain about their stupidity. I don't know if it's because it's all I've really done in my professional career, but I actually miss running my ass off for less than minimum wage, kissing ass for tips. I've come to realize that my "degree" is pretty much as useless as tits on a bull, and that retail just flat out sucks ass...Again, I never thought I would say this, but I WANT TO GET BACK INTO SERVING. I'm going out tomorrow, (yes, I know what day it is) and I'm going to do my damnedest to get a job serving again...fuck retail, fuck temp jobs. Hell, I'm almost tempted to say fuck the sheet metal union and the fire department. (Btw, I DID fill out the application for the Champaign Fire Department) Maybe it's because I've been watching too much of Gordon Ramsey, or maybe it's just simply because I just miss it...but by this time next week, I WILL have a job serving again.