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B won't let me sit in his bedroom while he makes poop in his bathroom. "I need my privacy," he says. In other news, I found out the other day that I am on some kind of Never Eligible for Rehire Shitlist at the call center. I was probably too abrasive on my exit interview. It's either that or they recorded the call I did on my last day where I answered the phone with, "Thank you for calling Cingular Wireless, now the new AT&T. My name is _____ and I'll be your disgruntled call center employee for the day." The caller didn't even notice. I was so disappointed I spent the rest of my day actually doing my job the way I was supposed to. So I am exploring other employment opportunities. This means the really sweet schedule I had that placed school in the first part of the day and work in the latter is now hopelessly lost. The other places I would consider working actually have schedules that cater to people who do things in the afternoons. I'm kind of wanting to cry a lot of the time, actually. I watched the end of Pet Sematary tonight. This morning I made a list of Disney animated films I want to re-watch. Get paid tomorrow. Bought groceries today. There's always some part of my life I hate. In the past I've been unfortunate enough to not have something in it that I loved. That part I love is really beneficial to my sanity right now. I swear, sometimes I have no ability whatsoever to describe how I feel.
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