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Jan 19, 2006 02:53

So in the course of time, I've discovered an odd taste for Jamaican dancehall music, most especially Sean Paul and Elephant Man.

But, that's not what I was writing here about, just thought I'd share more than anything else. See, work has presented me with a most fantastic double-edged sword, each edge so perfectly balanced and razor sharp. See, on the one hand, I make more than I did at Pizza Hut, not to mention I'm also the boss there, and I've never been the boss somewhere before, so this is really interesting to me to be "The Man" somewhere. It's also in a game store, a job for which I am not only uniquely suited, but also one which I can say with all honestly that I know plenty about.

However, the downfall, the other edge to this blade, is that my place of employment is a veritable prison. I don't leave generally until midnight or so, unless I get lucky and can close early. Because of this, it's become nigh impossible to go out and take care of any kind of daily stuff without waking up early (thus exhausting me for work) or waiting until my one single day off (monday, where a few places I want to visit are closed)

The biggest worry really is getting out and meeting people. Jessica didn't work out, so I've taken one step back, back to the usual day to day. Because of this, I'm wanting to get out, meet someone, that kind of thing, and being at work during good hours to get out places is very difficult. It's really the only truly demanding thing about my store. The owner is severely physically handicapped, but all I have to do is feed him really. He's great for conversation, so it's not a big deal, it's just feeling trapped there.

I get asked a lot if I'm tired of working there, and really I'm not. Just... it's a prison more than anything else.

But, there's that. I'm sure I'll find time, I just have to manage what I've got better.
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