Autumn in May
It's May outside and somehow reminding me more of October weather than the official first weekend of Summer.
Life is good. Somehow easier yet more difficult in some respects. My spa job continues to get shadier by the day. When I first got hired they were very obvious in the fact that they continued to hire and hire and hire people they tried to squeeze into front desk and management roles. As a result the staff was used to people leaving all of the time. Faces were never permanent. I called them out on it and they admitted they were trying to find the perfect fit and someone who actually gave a shit about the business. Which was me. But I need to be respected to respect. And I need health insurance now or in the future to care at all. Lately I keep getting questioned by everyone "Have you met the new manager?". "No", I say, not really giving a shit about too much aside from doing my job and getting paid for it. Yeah, I was supposed to be the manager, sure...so they said. I have done inventory, I am apparently well-liked by the clientele. I have designed ads for them, I have pitched marketing ideas, all of it. But what these people say and do oftentimes are the complete opposite. Getting paid has been headache enough, that's for sure. Actually trying to manage a place like this with absolutely no fucking order or business plan or anything that actually makes sense is pretty unappealing now that I think about it, anyways. So what the hell am I doing? I have no idea. I am tire of dealing with shady motherfuckers, but I imagine if you actually own your own business it is completely your perogative how shady or evil you are.
Bleh.
In other news my new apartment and living in Brooklyn is pretty fucking chill. The dog and I have adopted E's home as a kind of second home. She has gone from getting barely any attention to coming with me when I am there and spending maybe 8 hours since Monday completely alone. E kept her for me yesterday so I could finish some bidness in the city and help my new roommate look for work. I love him to millions of pieces, and I have realized lately...that hitting bottom is sometimes the only way to see to the top.
Milk has decided to hate me, probably because I used to eat ice cream 4 to 5 times a week.
I think it's like sugar and diabetics. But mine is milk and lactose intolerance.
Gosh. No more cheese. No more ICE CREAM. No more cream in my coffee. Ew. What is a girl supposed to do?
Life is good. Somehow easier yet more difficult in some respects. My spa job continues to get shadier by the day. When I first got hired they were very obvious in the fact that they continued to hire and hire and hire people they tried to squeeze into front desk and management roles. As a result the staff was used to people leaving all of the time. Faces were never permanent. I called them out on it and they admitted they were trying to find the perfect fit and someone who actually gave a shit about the business. Which was me. But I need to be respected to respect. And I need health insurance now or in the future to care at all. Lately I keep getting questioned by everyone "Have you met the new manager?". "No", I say, not really giving a shit about too much aside from doing my job and getting paid for it. Yeah, I was supposed to be the manager, sure...so they said. I have done inventory, I am apparently well-liked by the clientele. I have designed ads for them, I have pitched marketing ideas, all of it. But what these people say and do oftentimes are the complete opposite. Getting paid has been headache enough, that's for sure. Actually trying to manage a place like this with absolutely no fucking order or business plan or anything that actually makes sense is pretty unappealing now that I think about it, anyways. So what the hell am I doing? I have no idea. I am tire of dealing with shady motherfuckers, but I imagine if you actually own your own business it is completely your perogative how shady or evil you are.
Bleh.
In other news my new apartment and living in Brooklyn is pretty fucking chill. The dog and I have adopted E's home as a kind of second home. She has gone from getting barely any attention to coming with me when I am there and spending maybe 8 hours since Monday completely alone. E kept her for me yesterday so I could finish some bidness in the city and help my new roommate look for work. I love him to millions of pieces, and I have realized lately...that hitting bottom is sometimes the only way to see to the top.
Milk has decided to hate me, probably because I used to eat ice cream 4 to 5 times a week.
I think it's like sugar and diabetics. But mine is milk and lactose intolerance.
Gosh. No more cheese. No more ICE CREAM. No more cream in my coffee. Ew. What is a girl supposed to do?