Money
I started working at the Bel-Air Diner yesterday, which meant pulling into work at quarter of six in the morning, when it's still dark out. Because I was training, I was put on the slowest tables (it rotates, though; next week I'll have better ones). The other women said that it was a slow day, and not to feel bad if I didn't make as much as I wanted. I didn't really know what to expect, but when I counted my tips, I had over $70 worth of fives and ones. If I make that much every week, I'll be thrilled.
I also might start tutoring again, but I'm not sure. Apparently I started to upset the girl toward the end of last year. While I wouldn't be surprised if this were true, since I tend to tweak out at the end of the schoolyear, it's still a little disappointing that I allowed my own stress to make someone else feel bad.
Actually, I've been feeling really unhappy in general lately. I feel abandoned, unwanted by my friends. I feel like I'm not doing as well as I'd like in school. I definitely feel out of shape and pudgy, and completely unattractive. And the stress of bazillions of insurance forms is not helping. Not to mention the family tension at home. I just want to sleep forever. Reading's been a big help lately; I've sort of rediscovered how much I truly enjoy it. Surprisingly, Scott has also been a big help. He points out in no uncertain terms why feeling sorry for myself is stupid.
So my dad bought the DVD's of the old Star Wars. Why am I not surprised? ^_^
I think I'll just slip into the background. Again.
I also might start tutoring again, but I'm not sure. Apparently I started to upset the girl toward the end of last year. While I wouldn't be surprised if this were true, since I tend to tweak out at the end of the schoolyear, it's still a little disappointing that I allowed my own stress to make someone else feel bad.
Actually, I've been feeling really unhappy in general lately. I feel abandoned, unwanted by my friends. I feel like I'm not doing as well as I'd like in school. I definitely feel out of shape and pudgy, and completely unattractive. And the stress of bazillions of insurance forms is not helping. Not to mention the family tension at home. I just want to sleep forever. Reading's been a big help lately; I've sort of rediscovered how much I truly enjoy it. Surprisingly, Scott has also been a big help. He points out in no uncertain terms why feeling sorry for myself is stupid.
So my dad bought the DVD's of the old Star Wars. Why am I not surprised? ^_^
I think I'll just slip into the background. Again.