Things are Beginning to Suck
My first day at the new job was okay. The second day made me want to kill myself. The third day made me want to join the rambling bums on the street and spend the rest of my days as a soap box prophet.
The job isn't that bad in itsself. The front desk is FAR busier than everyone lead me to believe and some people there have been rather condescending, but the work is mostly tolerable. It's the 9 hours of work paired with 4 hour of commuting that's killing me. I don't know how long I can keep that up. Thursday, I barely had time after work to take a shower and eat dinner. Plus I'm not even allowed to read the news on the internet while I'm at work, much less relax with my web comics and MySpace.
Also I can't really be myself there. I mean I'm generally friendly and appropriate, but I can't really express myself there. I act like a very watered down version of myself because I don't want to offend anyone.
It's getting hard to live here. I don't have any friends, but I wouldn't have time to hang out with them anyway. Lindsay Kirkwood is here, but she works every weekend and all I have are the weekends. Trey has no intension of moving to Seattle. He's even considering looking for homes to buy in Port Orchard, which mean I'd have to take a foot ferry just to get to the Bremerton Ferry, which would turn my 13 hour work days into almost 15 hour days. Fuck that.
I want to go back to Oklahoma. Back to college. Back to my old life. I had it so easy back then. Washington is cool, but it's not home.
The job isn't that bad in itsself. The front desk is FAR busier than everyone lead me to believe and some people there have been rather condescending, but the work is mostly tolerable. It's the 9 hours of work paired with 4 hour of commuting that's killing me. I don't know how long I can keep that up. Thursday, I barely had time after work to take a shower and eat dinner. Plus I'm not even allowed to read the news on the internet while I'm at work, much less relax with my web comics and MySpace.
Also I can't really be myself there. I mean I'm generally friendly and appropriate, but I can't really express myself there. I act like a very watered down version of myself because I don't want to offend anyone.
It's getting hard to live here. I don't have any friends, but I wouldn't have time to hang out with them anyway. Lindsay Kirkwood is here, but she works every weekend and all I have are the weekends. Trey has no intension of moving to Seattle. He's even considering looking for homes to buy in Port Orchard, which mean I'd have to take a foot ferry just to get to the Bremerton Ferry, which would turn my 13 hour work days into almost 15 hour days. Fuck that.
I want to go back to Oklahoma. Back to college. Back to my old life. I had it so easy back then. Washington is cool, but it's not home.