I come here when I need to say...

[metumyluv]

I hate my job. There is nothing redeeming about it anymore. I have a severe, secret loathing for all my co-workers, and I fear it's starting to show. Not because they are terrible people, but because they only offer me a daily reminder of how little I've done with my intellectual potential. I'm sick of serving disgusting food to disgusting people. I'm sick of hearing about how so-and-so didn't do her sidework. I'm sick of watching old people throw away thier social security checks into the video poker machines. I'm sick of rolling silverware. I'm sick of leaving my family to work my ass off for shit tips, and no respect from managment. I'm sick of being pitied by the occasional former classmate or teacher that comes in. I'm sick of pretending I care about any of it.
With all that said I've swallowed my pride and started back up at Clark College. I am not going to fail this time. It is not an option this time..I will not be working at Denny's five years from now. If I am, come find me, and kill me...or at least come in to eat and pity me...