Sick and tired of being sick and tired...
I really need to get back into the habit of updating this thing on a regular basis. I've neglected it too much this year.
I hate new jobs. I always end up hating them within a month of starting...like with my semi-recent Hot Topic job. It's an o.k. job and the people are generally great but my store manager reminds me a LOT of my old store manager at Blockbuster...in all the bad ways. The other day, she asked me to stay an extra 2 hours which isn't bad or anything, but it just so happened that I had other things to do that night. (a.k.a. laundry, my friend, Meaghan, invited me to her see her perform in Proposals at ASU, and I had some friends in town that I wanted to hang with, etc...) In short, I didn't have a lot of spare time to worry about an extra $10 on my pay check and I wound up taking more shit than was necessary for it. I just hate managers like that...that feel like they have to bully respect out of you. Whatever...she's a cunt. (Yeah...I said the "c" word...get over it.)
It's looking more and more like I'll be moving to Lubbock in May. Megan and her current roommate, Jackie, are looking at 4 bedroom houses so that myself and Jackie's friend, Tara--and they, of course--can all move out together. I'm excited because Lubbock is in no way a big, intimidating city like San Antonio and I have friends/a potential boyfriend (a.k.a. Ben) there. I don't know, though, because moving to Lubbock is what I really want to do, but now I have Shane telling me he'll never speak to me again if I move...which I really don't want to happen because, regardless of the shit he's pulled in the past, he's still one of my best friends...not someone I want to lose just because I want to get out of this shithole. I know he's being immature about it all but...I don't know...it's still depressing to think that moving away with cost me more than just gas money.
Which reminds me, I won't be getting my G'ma Worley's car anymore. I talked to my aunt about it the other day and apparently, that thing has a lot of mechanical work to be done on it...which will cost me more money than I have or am even willing to spend on that POS. So, there goes that plan. I did, however, FINALLY get my W2 from Victoria's Secret and filed for my income tax return about a week and a half ago so once I get that in my bank account all nice and happy, I'll pay off that last ticket and start looking for a cheap vehicle that will at least get me to Lubbock. I'm sure that going to Vegas next month isn't exactly going to help me in my attempt to save some moola, either.
Holy crap! I forgot to mention that Nikki's ex-boyfriend/still good friend, Justin, has bought me a plane ticket to see her for her 21st birthday! I'm so effing excited! Finally, I'll be able to drink legally with my sister!
Alright, this has been therapeutic and all but all good things must come to an end, I suppose. <3
~Roanna
I hate new jobs. I always end up hating them within a month of starting...like with my semi-recent Hot Topic job. It's an o.k. job and the people are generally great but my store manager reminds me a LOT of my old store manager at Blockbuster...in all the bad ways. The other day, she asked me to stay an extra 2 hours which isn't bad or anything, but it just so happened that I had other things to do that night. (a.k.a. laundry, my friend, Meaghan, invited me to her see her perform in Proposals at ASU, and I had some friends in town that I wanted to hang with, etc...) In short, I didn't have a lot of spare time to worry about an extra $10 on my pay check and I wound up taking more shit than was necessary for it. I just hate managers like that...that feel like they have to bully respect out of you. Whatever...she's a cunt. (Yeah...I said the "c" word...get over it.)
It's looking more and more like I'll be moving to Lubbock in May. Megan and her current roommate, Jackie, are looking at 4 bedroom houses so that myself and Jackie's friend, Tara--and they, of course--can all move out together. I'm excited because Lubbock is in no way a big, intimidating city like San Antonio and I have friends/a potential boyfriend (a.k.a. Ben) there. I don't know, though, because moving to Lubbock is what I really want to do, but now I have Shane telling me he'll never speak to me again if I move...which I really don't want to happen because, regardless of the shit he's pulled in the past, he's still one of my best friends...not someone I want to lose just because I want to get out of this shithole. I know he's being immature about it all but...I don't know...it's still depressing to think that moving away with cost me more than just gas money.
Which reminds me, I won't be getting my G'ma Worley's car anymore. I talked to my aunt about it the other day and apparently, that thing has a lot of mechanical work to be done on it...which will cost me more money than I have or am even willing to spend on that POS. So, there goes that plan. I did, however, FINALLY get my W2 from Victoria's Secret and filed for my income tax return about a week and a half ago so once I get that in my bank account all nice and happy, I'll pay off that last ticket and start looking for a cheap vehicle that will at least get me to Lubbock. I'm sure that going to Vegas next month isn't exactly going to help me in my attempt to save some moola, either.
Holy crap! I forgot to mention that Nikki's ex-boyfriend/still good friend, Justin, has bought me a plane ticket to see her for her 21st birthday! I'm so effing excited! Finally, I'll be able to drink legally with my sister!
Alright, this has been therapeutic and all but all good things must come to an end, I suppose. <3
~Roanna