we love you long time
Work is...work. No wonder jobs dealing directly with customers have such high turnover rates. One minute you're there, the next you want OUT. NOW! Also why they hire young 'uns. You need job experience? We'll hire you! You'll probably leave as soon as you find a less stressful job or something. The young ones also tend not to be as initially jaded to people. Jaded against the 'not cool' job, but at least they can fake a smile, neh?
I hate being good at this job.
Not much going on. Been seeing a lot of adults I know at work, but that's really no fun.
Work has made me sick. No, literally. My nose is running half the time and clogged the other half. I think some customer got me sick. *shrugs*
Is it natural for someone you barely know to give you a nickname? Some guy at work decided to start calling me 'Peaches.' Personally, I think 'Hey, Miami girl!' is more fitting. At least it makes sense, you know? LoLo.
The summer is almost over, and I wish I wasn't this sad about it ending. There were so many things I wanted to do, so many things I planned on doing. And, of course, so many things I wish I could redo.
Way to go, parents. Bring up the obviously painful stuff every time you can. Go you.
Was it really fair for me to do this to anyone? Can I look back and say forever, "I'm glad I did this"? Can I be strong enough to accept the responsibilities for my actions?
That is the biggest question.
I hate being good at this job.
Not much going on. Been seeing a lot of adults I know at work, but that's really no fun.
Work has made me sick. No, literally. My nose is running half the time and clogged the other half. I think some customer got me sick. *shrugs*
Is it natural for someone you barely know to give you a nickname? Some guy at work decided to start calling me 'Peaches.' Personally, I think 'Hey, Miami girl!' is more fitting. At least it makes sense, you know? LoLo.
The summer is almost over, and I wish I wasn't this sad about it ending. There were so many things I wanted to do, so many things I planned on doing. And, of course, so many things I wish I could redo.
Way to go, parents. Bring up the obviously painful stuff every time you can. Go you.
Was it really fair for me to do this to anyone? Can I look back and say forever, "I'm glad I did this"? Can I be strong enough to accept the responsibilities for my actions?
That is the biggest question.