State of the...me.
type, erase. type, erase.
Half the time I don't know what I want to type.
Or what to type first. How about this?
I was transferred at work. Which is good...sorta. It's closer to home. Right down the street kinda closer to home. And I got a $.50 raise, which means that I'm now making just as much as every other fucking shift leader in the company (see kids? this is why you need a GED. Oh...and job experience. BECAUSE PAPERS MEAN EVERYTHING.). But I only transferred because I was led to believe that I would also get an advancement. Oh nono. Not me. Because I'm a girl working for a gay man. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, he hired in his best butt buddies to take my position and also another position. What's great about this? I'm training them. To be an assistant manager and a manager. I'm not sure what to do about this. Or what to think. Luckily my old manager is trying to get me back at his store and an advancement with it. Goddamnit. So few people actually appreciate me and what I can do and then they take me away from them. But...I got a raise and I'm closer. meh.
I've been working myself ragged. I was supposed to have a day off today. I ended up going to my home store and opening. I'm glad the paycheck will be worth my aggravation and hatred of Chicago. I'm about ready for a nap now, though.
On the up-side...I feel like things are going right with Rich. He bought me something beautiful yesterday...for no reason. The last time a guy bought me jewelry it was really dumb. And I was 15. So I was dumb, too. This is altogether different and therefore new. How is it that I'm 19 and only now I'm getting pretty baubles? I think my boyfriends in the past forgot that I was feminine because of the things I'm into. I supposed I was seen more as "strong." Definitely female, definitely sexual...but maybe not delicate.
I like this whole...girly...thing. I've begun to feel giddy again. It's nice.
I hate that I have to wait 10 months until I can move anywhere. I've had enough of roomates to last me a lifetime. And it's not even close to being personal. I just want to walk around without having to worry if I'm properly clothed. Or have to turn down my music because someone's sleeping. And my space is only willingly shared with Rich because he's...Rich. And that makes it ok. Man I hate sharing. I'm perfectly fine with my greedy nature.
holy shit. i need to go play some games or something. hey guess what? Link's a werewolf O.O
Half the time I don't know what I want to type.
Or what to type first. How about this?
I was transferred at work. Which is good...sorta. It's closer to home. Right down the street kinda closer to home. And I got a $.50 raise, which means that I'm now making just as much as every other fucking shift leader in the company (see kids? this is why you need a GED. Oh...and job experience. BECAUSE PAPERS MEAN EVERYTHING.). But I only transferred because I was led to believe that I would also get an advancement. Oh nono. Not me. Because I'm a girl working for a gay man. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, he hired in his best butt buddies to take my position and also another position. What's great about this? I'm training them. To be an assistant manager and a manager. I'm not sure what to do about this. Or what to think. Luckily my old manager is trying to get me back at his store and an advancement with it. Goddamnit. So few people actually appreciate me and what I can do and then they take me away from them. But...I got a raise and I'm closer. meh.
I've been working myself ragged. I was supposed to have a day off today. I ended up going to my home store and opening. I'm glad the paycheck will be worth my aggravation and hatred of Chicago. I'm about ready for a nap now, though.
On the up-side...I feel like things are going right with Rich. He bought me something beautiful yesterday...for no reason. The last time a guy bought me jewelry it was really dumb. And I was 15. So I was dumb, too. This is altogether different and therefore new. How is it that I'm 19 and only now I'm getting pretty baubles? I think my boyfriends in the past forgot that I was feminine because of the things I'm into. I supposed I was seen more as "strong." Definitely female, definitely sexual...but maybe not delicate.
I like this whole...girly...thing. I've begun to feel giddy again. It's nice.
I hate that I have to wait 10 months until I can move anywhere. I've had enough of roomates to last me a lifetime. And it's not even close to being personal. I just want to walk around without having to worry if I'm properly clothed. Or have to turn down my music because someone's sleeping. And my space is only willingly shared with Rich because he's...Rich. And that makes it ok. Man I hate sharing. I'm perfectly fine with my greedy nature.
holy shit. i need to go play some games or something. hey guess what? Link's a werewolf O.O