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I like my new job. Like the people I've met and worked with so far. The managers all seem cool and everything. Lord I am tired.
44 hours in six days, which isn't that bad if you think that it was a little over 7 hours a shift. Unfortunately, that's not what it was. all of my shifts were between 5 and 7 hours. Expect for today. Today I worked 14 and a half hours. Let me say that again. 14 and a half hours. My feet hurt, my toes hurt, my back hurts, my legs hurt, my arm hurts from carrying those damned trays. BUT its fun. And the fourteen and a half hour shift went by pretty fast for the fact that it was 14 and a half hours.
In other news, I found out recently that Corey is actually in Iraq. I suspected he would be sent, but its a different reality to know that he is actually there. Fighting. That brings my Iraq count to two. A lot of people know more that are over there fighting, but...my two still sucks. That's two more than should be. Thousands more than should be.
I'm having an emotional problem. I've got a lot of...different emotions bottled up right now. Ones that are begging to explode out. They do everyonce and a while, but only when I'm alone, or talking to Jack and it doesn't seem to do the job. So now my other emotions are spilling out. Its like I'm a pot full of emotions. Angry at the bottom, happy in the middle and sad on top. And angry can't get out. So its boiling, and sad starts spilling out at random moments. Like, yesterday. I teared up at A)a rosanne episode (the last episode when she talks about Dan dying) B) the ending of Mono Lisa Smile (I've never seen it before. I saw the last ten minutes and was tearing up) C) A Dawson's Creek episode (a little girl lost her dad) And some other thing, I don't remember what. I hate this. It sucks. I wish it would stop. I wish...nevermind.
44 hours in six days, which isn't that bad if you think that it was a little over 7 hours a shift. Unfortunately, that's not what it was. all of my shifts were between 5 and 7 hours. Expect for today. Today I worked 14 and a half hours. Let me say that again. 14 and a half hours. My feet hurt, my toes hurt, my back hurts, my legs hurt, my arm hurts from carrying those damned trays. BUT its fun. And the fourteen and a half hour shift went by pretty fast for the fact that it was 14 and a half hours.
In other news, I found out recently that Corey is actually in Iraq. I suspected he would be sent, but its a different reality to know that he is actually there. Fighting. That brings my Iraq count to two. A lot of people know more that are over there fighting, but...my two still sucks. That's two more than should be. Thousands more than should be.
I'm having an emotional problem. I've got a lot of...different emotions bottled up right now. Ones that are begging to explode out. They do everyonce and a while, but only when I'm alone, or talking to Jack and it doesn't seem to do the job. So now my other emotions are spilling out. Its like I'm a pot full of emotions. Angry at the bottom, happy in the middle and sad on top. And angry can't get out. So its boiling, and sad starts spilling out at random moments. Like, yesterday. I teared up at A)a rosanne episode (the last episode when she talks about Dan dying) B) the ending of Mono Lisa Smile (I've never seen it before. I saw the last ten minutes and was tearing up) C) A Dawson's Creek episode (a little girl lost her dad) And some other thing, I don't remember what. I hate this. It sucks. I wish it would stop. I wish...nevermind.