I wrote most of this at work, so here it is.
I've been feeling like shit lately and it getsreally boring here, so I'm going to write it out a bit and see if any good will come from it. I'm at work right now and people keep coming in, so I'll try not to lose my train of thought between my spurts of writing.
{note: Some dick was waiting outside the shop for like 20 mins with a window wiper and a bucket of water. I asked him if I could help him and he said "nah, it's cool" and slammed the bucket on the ground, splashing water all over me and the windows. I didn't yell or cuss because I was talking with a potential buyer, but goddamn what is up with people?}
I've been very stressed out for the past 2 weeks. Seussical ahs been running for a bit and I'm only kinda proud of it. Nonetheless, I spend an average of 6 hours at fucking company. Seussical and the revue have stolen my summer and returned to me only some enjoyment. Only some because I hate alot of people. Isaac is the biggest fakefag I've ever seen. Touchytouchy guy who thinks he's the shit because he's a gay sophomore at sota who can kinda sing. I'm going to punch his face in. And Adam and Mac. The 8th grades who talk inceasantly and space out continually (respectively). I hate suburb kids. And maybe I'm just paranoid, but i think Annie dislikes me now. but I dont know why. The people who make company worthwhile thought, they are real gems. Brian, shauna, nick, kaitlin, katrina, dominic, max, andy mosttimes and, of course, yoongi. I dont know what I'd do without them.
And then there's work. With all the company i do, there's hardly any time for work at Neverland. I have to get Catherine and Helen to cover my shifts. Theyt're very beautiful people for helping me out, but it's so hard to make it up to them, hourswise. For the next couple days I'm going to have to start working any time I can to pay them back for their time. I already owe them something like 5 hours and I'm going to need about 12 more hours of coverage, what with all this compay and bristleconepines shit. once I find Robert I'm giving him my two weeks notice. It's been a nice run at Neverland. A great first job, but it's time to move on.
I want to start working full time for Jackson Personnel, or to the extent that one can work fulltime for a temp agency. That's another way company has hurt me. I've missed two great jobs that paid great for fun work. once all this silliness is over, I'm going to be rakin' in the dough while still being able to have fun. I'll have time to work, hangout and hopefully run.
I feel so disappointed at how fat and slow I've become. I've been keeping my weight down by cutting out breakfast, but it's not enough. I have no muscle and too much flub. Gotta look good when I go off to college so I can take off my shirt in that beautiful weather.
College. I'm really psyched. I'm really only unsure about Yoongi. Maybe if i were more of a man, I could make a decision about us either way. But weak, indecisive Mike feels like a jerk about this. I almost feel guilty because I'm going to college and that's silly. But still. I'll just have to work something out later...
In the meantime, I have a couple positive things to look forward to. like the fact that my ID is ready. And I have some money again. Not to mention my summer doesnt' end for another two months.
I gotta go find Robert and break the news. I wonder how he'll take it.... Shit this is going to be harder than I thought.
Now that I've closed up shop
I did it. I put in my two weeks notice. If you guys want stuff for cheap, tell me now. I also had a great night. I went...spelunking at lowell. Dude, like srsly.
now i gotta cash some checks, go to wilson's, pick up my id, and go to company.
2 comments:
I had a dream in which you gave me pages of autographing paper, and asked me to sign it before you left for college. I got distracted because Speech was walking around and yelling things at me.
I don't think you should push things back any further than you are now, especially with the things of most importance. Before you know it, summer could very well be over and there wouldn't be enough time to think.
But don't let me spoil things for you. Do you sell any cheap watches? Because I need one that doesn't tick loudly.
No, Isaac couldn't sing at ALL. He was the worst of the Wickersham brothers, you could barely hear anything he said.
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