F everything.
Today I actually got yelled at, by both customers and my boss, for being in a bad mood. It wasn't even like I was bitching at people, I just simply wasn't making an effort at making conversation. What kind of sugar-coated plastic world are we living in where a person can't even have a bad day? People, namely annoying idiotic Safeway shoppers, need to be aware of all the bullshit I, among many man others, have to put up with daily. Maybe then they'll understand. But most of them are probably too pig-headed to get it even then. I'm sorry, but that really pissed me off. It's like I don't even exist, I'm not even worth acknowledging when I'm abiding the social rules of a cashier. But everyone notices when the slightest sign of imperfection shows. I've been working there for over 2 years now, and my boss, Mr.Carr, still doesn't know my name. How fucking rediculous is that? Pisses me right the fuck off.
On a brighter note, I have an essay due in my french lit class tomorrow at 9 30am. I haven't started it, nor have I read the goddamn book. It's worth 20%. You'd think I'd be at least a little bit stressed.
On an actual brighter note, I'm very happy with the boy. Even though all I am to him is a taxi, or someone to swing by when he doesn't feel like being alone...like a pet. Still, it's more than I expected.
On a brighter note, I have an essay due in my french lit class tomorrow at 9 30am. I haven't started it, nor have I read the goddamn book. It's worth 20%. You'd think I'd be at least a little bit stressed.
On an actual brighter note, I'm very happy with the boy. Even though all I am to him is a taxi, or someone to swing by when he doesn't feel like being alone...like a pet. Still, it's more than I expected.