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My supervisor went on an all out bitch-fest this week and pointed out all the 30 things I'm doing wrong. I can't bite my lip and smile an nod at her anymore. I just can't.
I'm trying to be diplomatic about the situation and not totally call her out. But I'm just going to start keeping a journal and talk to my dad about it. He would be on her side of course.
I'm in a car all day. And when I realized I'm not stuck here I am more happy about boosting skills and finding work elsewhere.
i fucking wouldn't mind being a waiter and going back to community college and taking all these classes I've been dying to take:
diving
acting
web and graphic design
html
and maybe even singing
Life is short. I can't go through life settling for a lame ass job. I know it's still EXTREMELy hard to find a job these days and I think I would be happier just being a exec asst.
I'm trying to decide when I'm being harassed at work by my supervisor for nitpicky shit. Or what.
She literally went from loving me to hating me in a week. She doesn't even say hi to me anymore.
My goal is to stay there till October and bear it out to get unemployment accrued.
Who knows? Maybe I'll even get an agent for actors and dancers and even audition for limited speaking roles in commercials. fuck it...it's time to sell out and use what I have. I'm still a little bummed a have a scar on my face from a steel beam gashing my forehead open.
I'm trying to plan my 30th birthday dinner and can't seem to find a cheap restaurant in LA with quality food. Any suggestions people?
So it's getting crazy. I have around 20 people invited but a aaprt of me wants to fold and not have one at all. I mentioned in an email I didn't want boyfriends or husbands to be there and yet all my girlfriends apparently can't go anywhere without their men. And I just yield. Me and your man are NOT tight and I want to have an intimate dinner with my friends where I can talk about whatever the hell I want.
I don't know your men and just wanted it to be my homies. I fucking hate it when people make this special day to celebrate with my closest friends...about them. It's like what's the point?
I made the mistake of inviting a friend via text because I was in a good mood that day but he dropped me years ago. He said he wanted to go...but fuck that. He stood me up on my bday dinner 2 years because...surprise! I said no you can't bring your new man that I haven't even met.
I can't wait for 30.
I'm trying to be diplomatic about the situation and not totally call her out. But I'm just going to start keeping a journal and talk to my dad about it. He would be on her side of course.
I'm in a car all day. And when I realized I'm not stuck here I am more happy about boosting skills and finding work elsewhere.
i fucking wouldn't mind being a waiter and going back to community college and taking all these classes I've been dying to take:
diving
acting
web and graphic design
html
and maybe even singing
Life is short. I can't go through life settling for a lame ass job. I know it's still EXTREMELy hard to find a job these days and I think I would be happier just being a exec asst.
I'm trying to decide when I'm being harassed at work by my supervisor for nitpicky shit. Or what.
She literally went from loving me to hating me in a week. She doesn't even say hi to me anymore.
My goal is to stay there till October and bear it out to get unemployment accrued.
Who knows? Maybe I'll even get an agent for actors and dancers and even audition for limited speaking roles in commercials. fuck it...it's time to sell out and use what I have. I'm still a little bummed a have a scar on my face from a steel beam gashing my forehead open.
I'm trying to plan my 30th birthday dinner and can't seem to find a cheap restaurant in LA with quality food. Any suggestions people?
So it's getting crazy. I have around 20 people invited but a aaprt of me wants to fold and not have one at all. I mentioned in an email I didn't want boyfriends or husbands to be there and yet all my girlfriends apparently can't go anywhere without their men. And I just yield. Me and your man are NOT tight and I want to have an intimate dinner with my friends where I can talk about whatever the hell I want.
I don't know your men and just wanted it to be my homies. I fucking hate it when people make this special day to celebrate with my closest friends...about them. It's like what's the point?
I made the mistake of inviting a friend via text because I was in a good mood that day but he dropped me years ago. He said he wanted to go...but fuck that. He stood me up on my bday dinner 2 years because...surprise! I said no you can't bring your new man that I haven't even met.
I can't wait for 30.