Summer in Ohio
Okay now I get what that whole L5Y song is really about.
Show opens on Friday. I'm hoping that things will improve once that happens but I wouldn't count on it. How can I put this? I am constantly being put down, ignored and generally treated like I'm a) 8 years old or b) my opinions don't matter. Or both. It is not a stimulating environment to work in, most of the people here are full of themselves and don't care about anyone's perspective but their owns. Every day it's a new drama, a new insult, a new bitching. I just keep praying God to give me peace and not get too worked up. Not an easy task. The fact that I almost uttered the word "c**t" several times today should show you how on edge I am.
When do people grow up? When do people start respecting other people? And I wonder...is it me? Did I do something wrong? Where did I go wrong and can I ever get out of these no win situations. It's a very lonely environment. Sometimes I feel like I'm going crack. Not that there aren't a few supportive people, there are. There is nothing redeeming about this job this week. Except the fact that we get 3 days off following Saturday's show. I wonder what I'm gonna do with those three days.
I've thought about working out hard and dieting, but I'm not sure that's the answer.
I miss everyone back home immensely, especially Sean and my family. When I went to the wedding, I realized how important my friends are to me and it made me even more homesick. I'm counting down the days till Sean and I have our road trip on the way back...it should be fun.
Is this all there is?
Show opens on Friday. I'm hoping that things will improve once that happens but I wouldn't count on it. How can I put this? I am constantly being put down, ignored and generally treated like I'm a) 8 years old or b) my opinions don't matter. Or both. It is not a stimulating environment to work in, most of the people here are full of themselves and don't care about anyone's perspective but their owns. Every day it's a new drama, a new insult, a new bitching. I just keep praying God to give me peace and not get too worked up. Not an easy task. The fact that I almost uttered the word "c**t" several times today should show you how on edge I am.
When do people grow up? When do people start respecting other people? And I wonder...is it me? Did I do something wrong? Where did I go wrong and can I ever get out of these no win situations. It's a very lonely environment. Sometimes I feel like I'm going crack. Not that there aren't a few supportive people, there are. There is nothing redeeming about this job this week. Except the fact that we get 3 days off following Saturday's show. I wonder what I'm gonna do with those three days.
I've thought about working out hard and dieting, but I'm not sure that's the answer.
I miss everyone back home immensely, especially Sean and my family. When I went to the wedding, I realized how important my friends are to me and it made me even more homesick. I'm counting down the days till Sean and I have our road trip on the way back...it should be fun.
Is this all there is?