"Say no way/ Say no way-a/ No waaay/ A nana won't get you a job"
So I still have gainful employment. And there was much rejoicing. For those of you not tuned in (to the channel I've only been broadcasting on Facebook in vague hints and phrases), I was almost fired on Friday. I talked my way out of it, but there was a meeting today to go over the many problems with... well, with me. My employers essentially think I'm lazy and disrespectful, but that I'm also hard working and respectful. They'd like very much to see more of the latter and less of the former. They'd also like it if I stopped appearing sad at work, as my mood can affect others. I actually agree with everything they said, and will do my best to meet their requests in the future. One final thing was that they were tired of me letting the stress from my non-work life affect my work life.
Now, the problem there is that stress, in all its glory, is kind of like a snowball rolling down a hill. It starts at work, then builds at rehearsal, then builds some more at home, then hits a BIG drift at work the next day, and on and on and on. So separating the work life from the home life is gonna be difficult, as in my mind, it all kind of lumps together. But oh well. For now, I have a job, and it's a beautiful fucking day.
Side note: I just told a person "We close at six today. We've got about an hour and a half left in our day." As I say this I'm staring at the clock, which reads 5:30. I'm brilliant.
In other news, I still don't know how to broach the stupid "I uh... like you a lot" subject with this girl. It's intensely frustrating. Shoot me in the eyes.
Now, the problem there is that stress, in all its glory, is kind of like a snowball rolling down a hill. It starts at work, then builds at rehearsal, then builds some more at home, then hits a BIG drift at work the next day, and on and on and on. So separating the work life from the home life is gonna be difficult, as in my mind, it all kind of lumps together. But oh well. For now, I have a job, and it's a beautiful fucking day.
Side note: I just told a person "We close at six today. We've got about an hour and a half left in our day." As I say this I'm staring at the clock, which reads 5:30. I'm brilliant.
In other news, I still don't know how to broach the stupid "I uh... like you a lot" subject with this girl. It's intensely frustrating. Shoot me in the eyes.