the service industry has taught me 2 things:
1. some (possibly most) people are the worst
2. I should not and cannot physically or mentally tolerate being a food order takin’, cornbread slingin’, floor scurbbin’ food service bitch for the rest of my life. Can’t do it. No thank you.
which brings me to my next point. Can someone just give me a real job already? Nothing fancy just something with normal hours where I can sit a little and I don’t have to wear some awful men’s sized sack of a polo. I just…I’m just…I am just so fucking tired. I thought this was my golden ticket out of table waiting hell, I thought I could finally just have one job and give my barking dogs a rest. woof.
Oh well. There are other jobs and people and things. Something will come up.