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So I find my self at work, doing something that im not so in love with and about to be 26. I just read banabarchists post and I feel the same. Just a year a head. So I married the guy I was with at that point, and I love him. But that’s all I have to show for my 6 years in college. I have mixed emotions about my job, and your right Jonathan it takes for ever to find a good job and when you do they dick you around for a year calling you a fucking trainee. So with that I packed up moved all my shit to Hollywood, because oddly enough that is where my job wanted me to move. I hate it here. Not really the job, the co-workers are nice enough but what-ever, I hate doing admin work, I hate sitting here in a corner and get yelled at and then on top of it I live in a town that mobsters are scarred of. Then I get to pay 13 freekin dollars a month… that’s half my salary! To live in this shitty neighborhood.
Its scary the thought of 30 being just a couple of years away. I remember when Jonathan was that wanna be punker wearing all black and having a bunch of patches all over his back pack. I remember getting to see my best friends everyday and then not having to worry about rent and car payments cuse that was my parents job. I did have to work full time but if I didn’t it wasn’t a big deal I wouldn’t have money for the movies.. big whoop I still don’t have money to see a movie and im working 50 hours a fucking week! I hardly see my husband; I barley see my dog and my parents live so far away I actually miss them regularly who woulda thought that would happen? Defiantly not me at 17.
So now I have to go back to kissing customers asses and making sure that they are satisfied with the fact they just spent 5000 dollars on a horribly ugly sink. Wish me luck
Its scary the thought of 30 being just a couple of years away. I remember when Jonathan was that wanna be punker wearing all black and having a bunch of patches all over his back pack. I remember getting to see my best friends everyday and then not having to worry about rent and car payments cuse that was my parents job. I did have to work full time but if I didn’t it wasn’t a big deal I wouldn’t have money for the movies.. big whoop I still don’t have money to see a movie and im working 50 hours a fucking week! I hardly see my husband; I barley see my dog and my parents live so far away I actually miss them regularly who woulda thought that would happen? Defiantly not me at 17.
So now I have to go back to kissing customers asses and making sure that they are satisfied with the fact they just spent 5000 dollars on a horribly ugly sink. Wish me luck