Life's a gamble you might lose.
Life is constantly an interesting thing to me. Things keep happening. Good. Bad. Odd. Infuriating. However, not really all that exciting. My financial situation has always been a thorn to me. I've gotten help and I've helped back. Recently, to avoid all issues in regards to my car, my mother paid off my remaining balance. Course, her view point is that if she is going to pay for it than it should be hers. I'm ok with that. At some point, we are going to trade vehicles since mine is newer.
I still need to get the money, somehow, to take care of my credit issues.
The bar I work at has grown on me, it seems. They seem to really like me. The regulars speak highly of me to the owner. Not really sure what that does for me exactly, but its nice to hear. I know most of their names and already know what they want before they even say anything. That's kind of fun, really.
I hate working my retail job. It doesn't feel like it serves any purpose. Granted, that's mostly because my bank account is in the negative and I use that money to clear that out. Like any place, I have the managers that I get along with and the ones that I don't. Mostly, the managers like me. I can only think of one that doesn't seem to respect me, but that's for various reasons, I'm sure.
My mind has been kind of eaten up by all of this. I've not written anything for a while, because I almost just don't have an opinion at all. Multiple times in the past month I've opened up the screen to write, and I just stare at it until I decide to do something else. Maybe I need to eat more, or get out more. Maybe this is how my mind reacts to cabin fever. I don't know. I've just been so exhausted lately. Granted I don't get too many days off, but its not the first time in my life.
Maybe I just need to make some spaghetti soon.
I still need to get the money, somehow, to take care of my credit issues.
The bar I work at has grown on me, it seems. They seem to really like me. The regulars speak highly of me to the owner. Not really sure what that does for me exactly, but its nice to hear. I know most of their names and already know what they want before they even say anything. That's kind of fun, really.
I hate working my retail job. It doesn't feel like it serves any purpose. Granted, that's mostly because my bank account is in the negative and I use that money to clear that out. Like any place, I have the managers that I get along with and the ones that I don't. Mostly, the managers like me. I can only think of one that doesn't seem to respect me, but that's for various reasons, I'm sure.
My mind has been kind of eaten up by all of this. I've not written anything for a while, because I almost just don't have an opinion at all. Multiple times in the past month I've opened up the screen to write, and I just stare at it until I decide to do something else. Maybe I need to eat more, or get out more. Maybe this is how my mind reacts to cabin fever. I don't know. I've just been so exhausted lately. Granted I don't get too many days off, but its not the first time in my life.
Maybe I just need to make some spaghetti soon.