Today is D-Day. We signed a paper saying that if we didn’t sell this certain amount of phones before 11/30 we’d have our employment questioned. But on the paper it said that the DM and our manager would have to complete this certain amount of things, otherwise they’d have their employment questioned.
They haven’t been at our store since we signed those papers.
So how are we being held liable for being one phone short of the goal when you said, you signed, a document saying you’d help us? You didnt, you weren’t even there to help.
So if he even tried to fire me I’ll quit instantly. Fuck this. I don’t deserve the loss of hair from the stress this job brings.
Okay, screw this. No, I don’t deserve to be treated like I don’t try.
What did you do this month, Kevin? Oh, that’s right, you got blowjobs from an employee and fired half of us. Wow. Much work. Such productivity.
So, up until maybe 15 minutes ago, I thought I was truly okay about leaving school 2 years ago. I cried it out 2 years ago, I said goodbye to my dreams and to my financial well being.
But, then I made the mistake of looking at some of my friends from my old school. And, I immediately felt tears.
I feel bad for not being in school. Everyone around me is, and I feel like a complete and total loser because I’m not. I’m never going to get a well paying job, or even a career, because I owe money to a school.
I feel like everything I’ve ever done since then has been to distract myself from feeling bad. When I look in my archive, I always skip December of 2011 because I know what lies in that month. All of my life, I was told to go to college, and get a degree. We’re told that every year in school, we’re conditioned into believing it’s what’s we’re supposed to do. Everyone around me is in school, or has already graduated. They’re all so happy to be getting somewhere, and they have people proud of them.
I want someone to be proud of me. For accomplishing real things.
Holiday Foods to Cook/General Om Noms
Green Bean Casserole
I have no mascara on my bottom lashes. I feel naked.
I move out of my parent’s house today.
Today would be a mighty fine day for the apartment complex to call us,
I really wish the apartment complex would call us back about the status of our application.
We only needed background checks done, and considering my current job required a background check (which was done 3 months ago), then I’m positive that there is nothing on my record that would keep me from moving into an apartment. Same with Tony, considering we work at the same place.
Ugh. It’s so stressful. I just want to get the call saying we’re accepted so we can really get the move on packing and moving in with Jeremy. So I can give my manager a date so we can have it scheduled off.
I feel guilty because my parents really need to move and find a better home, but they can’t do that with me here, because that means they have to find a bigger house. Without me, they can get a 2 bedroom and spend less.
i realistically can’t see myself getting married until i’m at least 25.
how do people get engaged at 20? without variables like pregnancy and military. How do people think they’re mature enough to do that?
I don’t claim to know everyone’s life. But, I know what it’s like to be 20, and even a 20 year old with a rough upbringing. I know what it’s like to be in a long term relationship with someone who you want to spend the rest of your life with. But, I have never thought about getting married at 20. I’ve daydreamed about my wedding, planned it in my head, but I’m always older, always wiser.
I dunno, people are stupid.