Life sucks. There's nothing to do. Just work and sleep. Work and sleep, work and sleep, work and sleep. It's relly really boring. I might be able to actually do something if I could spend money, but nooooo, I have to save money to go see a boy that I can't get ahold of and doesn't return my messages. I'm only slightly frustrated. Just slightly.
Oh, that last sentance? Dripping with sarcasm. Just incase you couldn't tell.
So, yeah, I've tried to e-mail Nick. His account is full and can't accept e-mails. I've tried calling Nick. I left a message last night. I've called at least ten times today, and he never picked up once. I wouldn've left more messages, but apperantly his voice mail is full too, so I can't leave anymore messages. What the heck is going on? I'm beginning to wonder if something is wrong. Obviously he hasn't gotten my message if his voice mail is full. But why wouldn't he check his voice mail? It doesn't make sense. And he hasn't been onine in forever. What if something's wrong? I hope not.
But I need to talk to him now. I need to get this trip planned now. I have to request days off and secure transportation, and make sure I have money and maps, etc. I'm really a nervous wreck thinking about this. I am sooooo worried. I need this trip soooo bad, and right now I can't really tell if I'm going to get to go or not. GRRRRR!!!!
This money thing is worrying me too. I went to go donate plasma with Steve the other day, and after sitting in the waiting for an hour and a half, and getting soaked by rain, I was told that I couldn't doanate plasma because of my anti-depressants. It would remove the medication from my bloodstream, and I could relapse. Then Steve couldn't donate because he didn't have a socail security card . . . so that was a wasted afternoon. And no quick, easy money by doanting bodily fluids . . .
Ironic how my antidepressants are contributing to my povery, which contributes to my depression and anxiety and frustration. Paradoxes piss me off. When they're bad, that is. Good paradoxes are cool, I guess.
I'm a dork.
My parents flipped out about my grades, as I knew they would. They screamed and yelled for a good hour. But my dad talked to the school, and I'm not losing my scholarship. Whew! But my mom wants me to take summer school to get my grades back up, which I will not do. I'm not going to pay for it, and it'll just take time away from work, so I'll be even poorer. Plus, I don't want to take any of those classes ever again. It was bad enough being in them all once. Oh, and my C in Voices doen't count against me because I didn't take it for credit. Thank god!
My manager Chad really irritates me. he keeps sticking me on front counter lately. It's not bad. It's actually easy. I"m just kind of wondering why I'm not doing drive-through since I'm the best person they have there . . . Maybe Chad thinks differently, which is what pisses me off. And then on front counter I still have to ask people "What value meal would you like today?" I hate that! It's ridiculous and people just look at me like I'm being rude. Most of the time they start ordering before I can say anything. And then, when I don't say it, Chad glares at me and growls at me to start saying it. He GROWLS!! And then, today, he said he had to go get blood tests done becuase he used to have cancer and he makes too much blood or something . . . Riiiiiiiight. Sure you did, Chad. Then, when he got back he was all acting like he wasn't feeling well, and sighing, and bending over, etc. I really ought to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe him, but I have caught him in soooo many lies. Even just today. We had just finished the lunch rush at front counter, and he turns to me and says that if I think that was bad, they were even busier yesterday, and he was the only person putting orders together. And then, 2 hours later, I hear him tell the next manager that lunch today was soooooo much busier than yesterday. What a fat, lying fuck. Yeah, it's not that big of a deal, but he's always saying stuff to make people think he's such a hard worker, and no one else does shit. When he first came to our store he would tell me all the time how much better the people in his other store were than us. And then he made comments to how people were better than me! Now, it's ok if people are better than me, but it'snot exactly inspiring to know your manager thinks you suck, when you have been working there 4 years and are the highest rated worker in the entire store!!!!! GOD, he makes me mad! And I have to work with him for 8 and a half hours tomorrow . . . oh goodie. Shit, I have to actually start that shift in five hours. Damnit. I'm going to try to get some sleep.
Eric 6/07/2003 01:43:00 AM
