Shapardapodopoulikis
One month has actually passed since I started working. I cannot believe it. I'm cutting lawns for $8 an hour, under the table. It's supposed to be part-time, but this week I put in 39 hours in four days. I'm a zombie. I feel exhausted and sore when I don't work, anxious and tired when i do. The first few days of this job had me falling asleep before I could finish my dinner. And lately I don't think "ok, only 2 more hours till 5 and I can go home" but rather "eventually the sun will go down and we'll have to stop doing this."
I mean, the money is OK. But all I ever buy is food and gas. I do go to the movies more often, though. The main reason I decided I needed to do this was to get out of the house, not for mo' money. But because I have mo' money I don't want to go out since I either don't have time or I'm too tired; so "go out there and do shit" slips into "go out there and work and sleep and buy gas." I also feel like such a putz cutting lawns. I sense that I'm out of place there. In fact I'm pretty terrible at what I do, so I guess I feel like a putz because I am one. Sometimes I wonder why they don't just fire me. I don't even get along well with my co-workers, which is horrible since we work together for literally 10 hours straight. Manual labor is the worst. I'm growing more and more apathetic each day. Next time I'm gonna find a job in a book store. The grass is always greener...
I mean, the money is OK. But all I ever buy is food and gas. I do go to the movies more often, though. The main reason I decided I needed to do this was to get out of the house, not for mo' money. But because I have mo' money I don't want to go out since I either don't have time or I'm too tired; so "go out there and do shit" slips into "go out there and work and sleep and buy gas." I also feel like such a putz cutting lawns. I sense that I'm out of place there. In fact I'm pretty terrible at what I do, so I guess I feel like a putz because I am one. Sometimes I wonder why they don't just fire me. I don't even get along well with my co-workers, which is horrible since we work together for literally 10 hours straight. Manual labor is the worst. I'm growing more and more apathetic each day. Next time I'm gonna find a job in a book store. The grass is always greener...