No more school or serving alcoholics
I still can't believe what a rush it's been. Just last month, I would've told you I was going to pop from all the craziness going on. Freaking out over homework, trying to finish the final project, working at Albertsons.. I still don't feel like I worked hard enough in Albertsons to warrant me being so exhausted from working just three days there. Just a few hours at Albertsons is enough to make me want to lock the doors and pull out a bed.
I wanted to get a bunch of things done (I wrote a goals list.. some of which included finally sitting down and coming up with how I'm going to approach my comics), but I quickly landed a job that was in the middle of crunch time. I've been working at that job for more than 7 hours a day, the last few days it's been more than 8 hours. I just worked 9.5 hours today. And I'm not exhausted. Sure, I feel tired from not getting enough sleep (I'm still trying to get used to it), but I can feel that "night is still young" thing. Which is a slight shame since I don't have anyone to be hanging out with, but that's cool. I've got my own devices to be entertained with.
Sunday was the last day I worked at Albertsons, and I tell you what, it felt like that job couldn't drag on anymore than it did then. Saturday, I dropped a keg on my toe, my stomach was kicking my butt, and it was St. Patrick's day. Do the math there. Sunday wasn't as painful, but I still left with irritations. I enjoy having a more positive look on the world, and Albertsons took that away from me. Well, it wasn't the store's fault, I mean, it's not their fault for how people are. Well, I guess I can somewhat blame the store. The atmosphere just deteriorated after time. People I didn't expect to do something bad had done so and were taken away. Eh, screw reminincing. I'm done with that place.
Mixed with the loss of my cheerful spark, Albertsons just became unbearable. But it's done with. And school's done with. I'm done with the parts of my past that're keeping my spirits down. I've just got to find my breath and start working on what I want to do, and be paid enough to do what I want. ... Uh.. yeah, not until I'm done with the student loan I guess >_>
I also need to move out of this house.
My only worries now: Finding a way to sleep early, avoiding people wanting to hang with me just because of the spoils from my job, especially golddiggers. That last part shouldn't be a problem since I'm wary of people to begin with. Of course, it'd be a bit harder to work with when I'd have people I used to know coming out from the woodworks suddenly...
I wanted to get a bunch of things done (I wrote a goals list.. some of which included finally sitting down and coming up with how I'm going to approach my comics), but I quickly landed a job that was in the middle of crunch time. I've been working at that job for more than 7 hours a day, the last few days it's been more than 8 hours. I just worked 9.5 hours today. And I'm not exhausted. Sure, I feel tired from not getting enough sleep (I'm still trying to get used to it), but I can feel that "night is still young" thing. Which is a slight shame since I don't have anyone to be hanging out with, but that's cool. I've got my own devices to be entertained with.
Sunday was the last day I worked at Albertsons, and I tell you what, it felt like that job couldn't drag on anymore than it did then. Saturday, I dropped a keg on my toe, my stomach was kicking my butt, and it was St. Patrick's day. Do the math there. Sunday wasn't as painful, but I still left with irritations. I enjoy having a more positive look on the world, and Albertsons took that away from me. Well, it wasn't the store's fault, I mean, it's not their fault for how people are. Well, I guess I can somewhat blame the store. The atmosphere just deteriorated after time. People I didn't expect to do something bad had done so and were taken away. Eh, screw reminincing. I'm done with that place.
Mixed with the loss of my cheerful spark, Albertsons just became unbearable. But it's done with. And school's done with. I'm done with the parts of my past that're keeping my spirits down. I've just got to find my breath and start working on what I want to do, and be paid enough to do what I want. ... Uh.. yeah, not until I'm done with the student loan I guess >_>
I also need to move out of this house.
My only worries now: Finding a way to sleep early, avoiding people wanting to hang with me just because of the spoils from my job, especially golddiggers. That last part shouldn't be a problem since I'm wary of people to begin with. Of course, it'd be a bit harder to work with when I'd have people I used to know coming out from the woodworks suddenly...