Living on a prayer.
Tomorrow I start what promises to be an illustrious and hopefully short lived career as a grocery checker. As far as lackluster retail jobs go, I think it will beat another Christmas serving lattes to rich people, but there is something so particularly bleak and trapped-in-this-shit-town about being a grocery checker. Also, working anywhere in my hometown around Christmas brings out my crippling fear of running into people I went to high school with an being judged by them. It brings up many immature feelings of contempt and resentment. Highly unpleasant.
One thing I've learned these past two years is that I hate tranistions. I don't mind change, if it is quick and abrupt, but I truly loathe this sulking around and waiting for the next thing to start. It always leads to ill-advised hook-ups with the exes and red wine headaches.
One thing I've learned these past two years is that I hate tranistions. I don't mind change, if it is quick and abrupt, but I truly loathe this sulking around and waiting for the next thing to start. It always leads to ill-advised hook-ups with the exes and red wine headaches.