Useless!
ARGH. So I didn't get the job at Sam Ash because I'm not here for long enough. But he let me get $20 worth of stuff for coming all the way out there and I was annoyed and upset and ended up buying brushes and a 12-pack of picks.
But that's not why I'm "ARGH"ing. I'm "ARGH"ing because I just complained to my mother about how I hate Barnes and Noble because it's wasteful and I'm fattening up America and caffienating 9 year-old kids with Caramel Macchiatos and Frappuccinos. But it's all part of my job description! And there's that whole hands drying out and stinging to death because of the dishwater solution.
So what does my mom say? She says that it is hard to get a job. That's why I should choose a good major because when it's time for the real world, it's even harder to get a job.
ARGH#ERIFEOajmr9348329014j v35$#( %$83qu5v90ersd2qjrfdsal I'm going to throw something.
It ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS comes back to that. Argh why is my first conversation with my mother always about my major? I choose something and then I'm superexcited about it and then come home and it all goes away. I understand that she wants me to have a sufficient career, but why is it that if I choose anything besides pharamcy, accounting, nursing, or pre-medical I'm going to end up penniless? But seriously this is just too much. At least I didn't explode on her this time. Oh man how am I going to handle thismfor TWO MONTHS. This is going to be the longest winter break the world has seen.
You know what sucks? I worked so hard in school all of my life, getting good grades, doing all this extracurricular crap, and being respectful to teachers and junk. I feel like it was for NOTHING! My cousin hated school and in high school she cut class ALL the time and barely made it through. BUT since her parents are into music and they really pushed her into music, she went to DePaul and studied something she loves and now has a music performance and a music education degree and she's going to have a job that she enjoys and be have money and probably marry her trumpet-player boyfriend and live happily ever after.
I just don't understand why this has to be so hard. Does anyone else get so much crap about picking a major?
I've only been home for two hours and I already just want to hide under a blanket for a few hours. Or throw something.
But that's not why I'm "ARGH"ing. I'm "ARGH"ing because I just complained to my mother about how I hate Barnes and Noble because it's wasteful and I'm fattening up America and caffienating 9 year-old kids with Caramel Macchiatos and Frappuccinos. But it's all part of my job description! And there's that whole hands drying out and stinging to death because of the dishwater solution.
So what does my mom say? She says that it is hard to get a job. That's why I should choose a good major because when it's time for the real world, it's even harder to get a job.
ARGH#ERIFEOajmr9348329014j v35$#( %$83qu5v90ersd2qjrfdsal I'm going to throw something.
It ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS comes back to that. Argh why is my first conversation with my mother always about my major? I choose something and then I'm superexcited about it and then come home and it all goes away. I understand that she wants me to have a sufficient career, but why is it that if I choose anything besides pharamcy, accounting, nursing, or pre-medical I'm going to end up penniless? But seriously this is just too much. At least I didn't explode on her this time. Oh man how am I going to handle thismfor TWO MONTHS. This is going to be the longest winter break the world has seen.
You know what sucks? I worked so hard in school all of my life, getting good grades, doing all this extracurricular crap, and being respectful to teachers and junk. I feel like it was for NOTHING! My cousin hated school and in high school she cut class ALL the time and barely made it through. BUT since her parents are into music and they really pushed her into music, she went to DePaul and studied something she loves and now has a music performance and a music education degree and she's going to have a job that she enjoys and be have money and probably marry her trumpet-player boyfriend and live happily ever after.
I just don't understand why this has to be so hard. Does anyone else get so much crap about picking a major?
I've only been home for two hours and I already just want to hide under a blanket for a few hours. Or throw something.