Oh no......
Crisis spiraling downward to what I thought was going to be some sort of a meltdown. The milk I was steaming erupted as I attempted to make some lady's icy frozen beverage. When the time came to do something: scream, trash the bar, go home, all I could say was; "My life is so silly sometimes it's ridiculous" and then the next day I discovered there won't be a direct deposit. A coupe de grace. When it counts financial aid doesn't feel like shelling out the extra couple grand to pay for living expenses.
The lady whom I talked to can only be described as large. I think it was her eyes or the fact that she had curly hair. Ringlets that, if she chose to grow them out, would look much like Shirley Temple. She was asian. I felt as though I had missed something, "What? No.....I haven't heard anything about that...I'll check. No. Yeah, your aid hasn't changed since January". Where did the emails, phone calls, and updates go. My best guess is that nobody at the office talks about work to each other. Instead of one hand talking to the other hand they both share their views on who is going to go home on Project Runway or try not to be racist when discussing the new Season of Survivor.
One way or another the time for scrutiny is over. The best I can do know is try to pick up shifts and hope I don't get fucked next quarter.
The lady whom I talked to can only be described as large. I think it was her eyes or the fact that she had curly hair. Ringlets that, if she chose to grow them out, would look much like Shirley Temple. She was asian. I felt as though I had missed something, "What? No.....I haven't heard anything about that...I'll check. No. Yeah, your aid hasn't changed since January". Where did the emails, phone calls, and updates go. My best guess is that nobody at the office talks about work to each other. Instead of one hand talking to the other hand they both share their views on who is going to go home on Project Runway or try not to be racist when discussing the new Season of Survivor.
One way or another the time for scrutiny is over. The best I can do know is try to pick up shifts and hope I don't get fucked next quarter.