Oh, you're outta that one?
It's 7am, and I can't sleep, and I'm really sad suddenly.
At this point, I feel like jobs will always be a problem for me. How do I end up having managers/owners that act like they're younger than me? I got suspended from my job earlier this week for offering service to someone that "isn't allowed on property". Well, thanks for giving me a heads up you unprofessional piece of lawbreakingpaying amajorityofyouremployeesunderthetable shit.
Why can't I get a magical phone call from a magical theatre company offering me a position with them as well as all the free training my heart desires? Dance and acting classes are expensive. It's such a shame too, because I miss learning about both so much.
And I know it's been years since the Millers left, but I miss them. I haven't made much of an effort to contact them, but I have tried. They made such an impact on me, and I probably wouldn't have even pursued theatre if it was not for them. I'm just starting to wonder now if maybe we didn't make as strong of an impact. But also, they have their family, work, and a whole other life. It was always like that. We didn't. That stage was our home. We ate there, slept there, studied, cried, laughed, everything. We were consumed by lights, and costumes, and who said what, and who hated who, and everything. That whole experience was great. I've been searching for that same closeness for a long time. I'm rambling now, but the point of all that was basically, I miss the Millers, but I don't wanna attempt to email them if I'm not gonna get an answer. That's discouraging. But I understand that they're busy, and blahdee blahh.
All of sudden, I have friends who will not even answer an IM. Or even a text message. Well, just one friend. It's rude. Just stop being an asshole and apologize. Oh wait, that means you'd have to actually communicate with me, nevermind. And why the fuck does that still bother me? I am bothered by the fact that that bothers me!
...I'm not talking to anyone who is making the effort to read this. Don't worry.
So, that's everything that's bugging me ever.It would be the polite thing to put this under a cut, but I just don't even feel like it. Sorry, guys. Eff it.
I would just like to add that my life isn't really all that terrible. I just didn't have a good week. And I would also like to add that I'm sorry to anyone else who had a bad week with Jobs and sexist professors and whatnot.
At this point, I feel like jobs will always be a problem for me. How do I end up having managers/owners that act like they're younger than me? I got suspended from my job earlier this week for offering service to someone that "isn't allowed on property". Well, thanks for giving me a heads up you unprofessional piece of lawbreakingpaying amajorityofyouremployeesunderthetable shit.
Why can't I get a magical phone call from a magical theatre company offering me a position with them as well as all the free training my heart desires? Dance and acting classes are expensive. It's such a shame too, because I miss learning about both so much.
And I know it's been years since the Millers left, but I miss them. I haven't made much of an effort to contact them, but I have tried. They made such an impact on me, and I probably wouldn't have even pursued theatre if it was not for them. I'm just starting to wonder now if maybe we didn't make as strong of an impact. But also, they have their family, work, and a whole other life. It was always like that. We didn't. That stage was our home. We ate there, slept there, studied, cried, laughed, everything. We were consumed by lights, and costumes, and who said what, and who hated who, and everything. That whole experience was great. I've been searching for that same closeness for a long time. I'm rambling now, but the point of all that was basically, I miss the Millers, but I don't wanna attempt to email them if I'm not gonna get an answer. That's discouraging. But I understand that they're busy, and blahdee blahh.
All of sudden, I have friends who will not even answer an IM. Or even a text message. Well, just one friend. It's rude. Just stop being an asshole and apologize. Oh wait, that means you'd have to actually communicate with me, nevermind. And why the fuck does that still bother me? I am bothered by the fact that that bothers me!
...I'm not talking to anyone who is making the effort to read this. Don't worry.
So, that's everything that's bugging me ever.It would be the polite thing to put this under a cut, but I just don't even feel like it. Sorry, guys. Eff it.
I would just like to add that my life isn't really all that terrible. I just didn't have a good week. And I would also like to add that I'm sorry to anyone else who had a bad week with Jobs and sexist professors and whatnot.