*L*E*G*A*C*Y*
Done.
*raises hand*
So, I went to work today, and I was supposed to come in at 11 and got it confused for 12. My manager said that they already found someone to fill in for today and to just come in on Sunday. Which means my paycheck will be terrible next week cause I only have two days on my schedule for work this week so only one day will count.
AS well, I wonder if this job is really worth it. At max I work 3 days a week and every other time I get a paycheck I pray that I might make over $100 for the week. Never happens.
I just feel kind of dead inside. No energy to be mad. No reason to be sad. Women smile at me on the train or passing by but when I smile back it just feels forced. Sometimes I just go out of my way to avoid people altogether cause I jt don't want to interact with anyone...I'd rather be alone so I can think and plot on how to make more money...and money is f*cking making my life a goddamn nightmare. It's either I never have any or I never have enough. And it just doesn't make me feel confident at all talking to anyone...like what a joke...I spent a f*cking decade of my life in college (three colleges with transfers) to serve f*cking frozen yogurt.
This can't be life. Whatever. Payday is friday.
So, I went to work today, and I was supposed to come in at 11 and got it confused for 12. My manager said that they already found someone to fill in for today and to just come in on Sunday. Which means my paycheck will be terrible next week cause I only have two days on my schedule for work this week so only one day will count.
AS well, I wonder if this job is really worth it. At max I work 3 days a week and every other time I get a paycheck I pray that I might make over $100 for the week. Never happens.
I just feel kind of dead inside. No energy to be mad. No reason to be sad. Women smile at me on the train or passing by but when I smile back it just feels forced. Sometimes I just go out of my way to avoid people altogether cause I jt don't want to interact with anyone...I'd rather be alone so I can think and plot on how to make more money...and money is f*cking making my life a goddamn nightmare. It's either I never have any or I never have enough. And it just doesn't make me feel confident at all talking to anyone...like what a joke...I spent a f*cking decade of my life in college (three colleges with transfers) to serve f*cking frozen yogurt.
This can't be life. Whatever. Payday is friday.