lower class hero
I think that Frappaccino's are the equivalent of Grape soda in the espresso world, if you know what I mean. Just an observation.
So I have just enough money to pay my rent at the end of the month. I wonder if I should count myself lucky just to have a job right now even though I work at Starschmuck's. Sure, there are people well off right now, like my roommates Josh and Orlando who make $25/hr editing S&M, but then again 30 people just got laid off from their company. There are a ton of people from all walks of life that come into Starbuck's asking for applications, and we tell them that we can't hire anyone right now. So I generally have a bit of shame and directionlessness associated with my lot in life right now, but I try not to be too hard on myself considering how many people are struggling right now. So yeah, at least I'm working.
I finally visited AAU because Gerad had been bugging me to for awhile. It's always fun to see the guys, even if Heath was there. I hadn't told anyone there that I was working at Starbucks and Heath kept smiling at me and making comments like "sling coffee today?" and "do you guys have those bacon and egg sandwiches?," but no one seemed to notice. I just gave him the death stare (to which he later messaged me to tell me how cute I was, whatever grrrr). I forgot how entertaining Marlon and Paul's 20 min. conversations about sandwiches could be (conversations in that room are 70 percent food and 30 percent film only). A few people had hinted that there is a position open and that I could come back if I wanted to. It would be night shift, which means I could do Starbucks and AAU-- but there are very valid reasons for why I left in the first place. But I don't know... the money would be good right now. I'm still leaning toward "no" on this one though. We'll see how sick of being poor I get. They always seem to have an opening for the issue room because of the huge turnaround rate (that's how much the job sucks). Most people stay for about 6 months and leave. Only Heath has been there for 3 years and Paul since I was there (everyone else is newer including the half-chinese girl they replaced me with). I do feel like being an "equipment tech" is less embarrassing and cliche than being a "barista." Strangely, working in the equipment room requires a college degree, but they pay about the same (per hour) as Starbucks when you include the tips... I just don't get 40 hrs at Starbucks.
Well, I'm not horribly depressed at my state. I feel like I've learned a lot from this experience-- knocked all the dependency and spoiledness out of myself. For the most part, I've always had every material possession I've ever wanted. Now I don't have the things I need, or rather, thought I needed. I've never been truly poor until now. Even if I had the nerve to ask my dad for some help, I wouldn't and couldn't at this point. I'm on my own. I can't wait to get through this, but deep down I do feel like everything's going to be okay. I'm not quite sure where this hope comes from, but it's there.
I feel a little ashamed that Maury Povich is playing on the TV behind me...
So I have just enough money to pay my rent at the end of the month. I wonder if I should count myself lucky just to have a job right now even though I work at Starschmuck's. Sure, there are people well off right now, like my roommates Josh and Orlando who make $25/hr editing S&M, but then again 30 people just got laid off from their company. There are a ton of people from all walks of life that come into Starbuck's asking for applications, and we tell them that we can't hire anyone right now. So I generally have a bit of shame and directionlessness associated with my lot in life right now, but I try not to be too hard on myself considering how many people are struggling right now. So yeah, at least I'm working.
I finally visited AAU because Gerad had been bugging me to for awhile. It's always fun to see the guys, even if Heath was there. I hadn't told anyone there that I was working at Starbucks and Heath kept smiling at me and making comments like "sling coffee today?" and "do you guys have those bacon and egg sandwiches?," but no one seemed to notice. I just gave him the death stare (to which he later messaged me to tell me how cute I was, whatever grrrr). I forgot how entertaining Marlon and Paul's 20 min. conversations about sandwiches could be (conversations in that room are 70 percent food and 30 percent film only). A few people had hinted that there is a position open and that I could come back if I wanted to. It would be night shift, which means I could do Starbucks and AAU-- but there are very valid reasons for why I left in the first place. But I don't know... the money would be good right now. I'm still leaning toward "no" on this one though. We'll see how sick of being poor I get. They always seem to have an opening for the issue room because of the huge turnaround rate (that's how much the job sucks). Most people stay for about 6 months and leave. Only Heath has been there for 3 years and Paul since I was there (everyone else is newer including the half-chinese girl they replaced me with). I do feel like being an "equipment tech" is less embarrassing and cliche than being a "barista." Strangely, working in the equipment room requires a college degree, but they pay about the same (per hour) as Starbucks when you include the tips... I just don't get 40 hrs at Starbucks.
Well, I'm not horribly depressed at my state. I feel like I've learned a lot from this experience-- knocked all the dependency and spoiledness out of myself. For the most part, I've always had every material possession I've ever wanted. Now I don't have the things I need, or rather, thought I needed. I've never been truly poor until now. Even if I had the nerve to ask my dad for some help, I wouldn't and couldn't at this point. I'm on my own. I can't wait to get through this, but deep down I do feel like everything's going to be okay. I'm not quite sure where this hope comes from, but it's there.
I feel a little ashamed that Maury Povich is playing on the TV behind me...