yes, I'm complaining

[green_moankyluv]

Maybe it's just because this is my first week of work and I'm not used to it, but holy crap I have never hated doing something so much in my entire life, or been so completely exhausted doing it. Monday and Tuesday I get to sit at a desk for 9 hours inputting data into a computer, or filing paperwork in a suite of cubicles filled with middle aged women. For three other days of the week I stand for 6 hours at a cash register smiling at grumpy men who yell at me for getting the wrong cigarettes out of the locked glass case. Maybe it's just the extremities of the two jobs that mess me up so much, or the fact that I have no idea why I have two jobs in the first place. I'll just say something along the lines of my mom is obsessed with money, both in the forms of how she acquires it, and recently, how I acquire it, so much so that she wanted me to get a third job. The people at the Y finally called me and said they could use a lifeguard and I was so overjoyed that I was already so overwhelmed with two pointless jobs that there was no way in hell I could do something I actually wanted. My mom was all gung-ho on the idea of me making more money except when she found out that lifeguard training costs $135. So that might have to wait until next summer.

I don't really have a good reason to be bitter I suppose, I'm the one who got the jobs and I'm the one making money. I guess it's just because I felt pressured into this whole job thing that I didn't get the time to find something I really wanted to do. And I am so ridiculously busy, I can't help but think I'm wasting my summer which is the worst thing to realize. Also because I haven't actually gotten a paycheck yet and it probably won't be very good once I get it and my mom takes money out of my bank account anyway so I don't really see where this is going.