this isn't working.
i hate work. i absoutly hate it. it's made me such a miserable, bitchy, hardass person. it's like im pms-ing 24/7 now. the work environment there is torture. i get no sense of appriciation for all i do for that stupid 'resturant'. we are ALWAYS low on something, weather it be produce, prep, pitas, wax bags, straws and we're ALWAYS out of something too. it's like slave labour there. i might as well be being whipped while i'm making pitas. its not a far stretch to imagine. and for the amount of money i get paid, it's not worth it at all. my one year of working there is coming up in 3 days. i better get a cake. i expect a cake b/c the two other girls who's one year came before me got a cake. so i am totally expecting a cake. if i dont, i swear i will be fumming mad. i want to quit so badly. well, i am going to quit. once i find a new job. i usually don't have much luck to finding jobs, but this time i really hope i'm lucky. my parents don't understand how bad it is there. i am not exagerating when i say its a terriable place to work there. the only thing that keeps me going are the people i work with. they are so awesome that it makes working there bearable. not everyone is awesome, but those that are make me survive my shifts. i cannot wait to quit. i do so much for the place that when i'm going they'll realize what an asset i was to them. actually, i dont care about that. all i care about is that i get my fucking cake on my fucking one year.