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Work is making me want to punch someone in the face. People have been unusually rude. On top of that, the girls I work with have been extra catty lately. People I believed to be my friends are now turning out to be more like enemies, and people that I really, really didn't like are turning out to be not so bad after all.
I've reached the point that I really just don't care anymore who gets mad at me. Everything I do over there pisses SOMEone off. No matter what it is. I make someone mad. So I've just given up. I'm not trying to please anyone anymore. I'm here, take it or leave it; it doesn't really matter anymore.
Tonight my manager said, "That's the third time tonight you've been a bitch."
Oh sweet. He's such a jerk. Argh. I can't even begin to explain.
And then, yesterday one of the girls asked me to switch tonight and next Sunday because she wasn't feeling well and didn't think she'd be able to work today. Though we don't necessarily always get a long, I said sure, I'll do that for you. I mean, she's sick. Well, tonight, guess who comes strolling through the door with her boyfriend? I didn't even connect it at first then it dawned on me that she had asked for off because she wasn't feeling well. I didn't want to start any kind of drama, so I didn't say anything--then she was like, "Oh thanks SO much for taking my spot--I feel better today!" I looked at her and said, "Well, I'm glad you were so sick that you could come in and eat tonight," with the biggest smile on my face. It seriously pissed me off. Even if she was feeling better, she should have considered the fact that she had asked me to work for her and NOT gone over there to eat.
Why must people be so damn stupid?
- Location:kitchen
- Mood:
cranky - Music:the whir of the computer
I'm so tired, when I'm walking around campus I'm really not thinking that I'm moving. I'm on autopilot.
Here's some key points in my life that I may or may not explain after I type them. Who knows how I'll feel after typing a few sentences.
+ I have a second job. I work a little boutique my friend's sister owns.
+ My roommates boyfriend has a warrant out for his arrest.
+ I have finals next week.
+ I'm getting my wisdom teeth pulled on the 17th.
+ I have decided that all fake people need to be purged from my life and I need to stop playing their game and just ignore there asses.
+ I have three essays and a paper to write--and I can barely think I'm so tired.
*le sigh*
I typed that, I sat there for a moment and stared. I want to continue typing. I need to get some of this stuff out of my head. Maybe I'll feel lighter and a lot less stressed. I wish.
I'm overwhelmed. I'm stressed. I want to just sleep and.. I don't even know.
Last night at work I was sure I'd burst into tears at any second. I was just having a bad night, and everyone I tried to talk to either made fun of me or just told me to stop complaining because there was nothing I could do about it. So, I just stopped talking. I didn't talk to anyone but my tables. I didn't want to talk. I didn't find a need to talk. Nobody would listen anyway. One of the girls I worked with pretends to listen but I got so fed up with her generic response of "Oh really?!" That I was pretty sure I'd kick her in the face.
I think I want to run away to Jamaica. I asked Jeremy if anyone would care---he said some people would. Damnit.
- Location:computer lab
- Mood: irate
- Music:none
Work. It's driving me crazy. Well, not the job. The things that have been happening it. ( Girls really are crazy bitches. )
So anyway. How's everyone else? What's been up?
- Location:Jeremy's house
- Mood: angry
- Music:Uh... the TV
Psht. Anyway. I've had two really grumpy days. I want tomorrow to be a happy day.
Yesterday I was cranky cause Jeremy didn't get back from fishing until 6 o'clock. We went to the fair like he promised we would--but we ended up leaving before we even saw Cupid because we rode with his parents. I hate riding with other people for that reason. I was actually supposed to meet up with some of my friends..but I couldn't because we left. Uh. Bummer.
Today was even more lame because of those stupid drunks/trashy people who came in and DIDN'T LEAVE ANY TIPS. Gosh, people, why are you being so lame. I've been cranky/emotional for like.. 2 weeks now. I don't know what's my problem. I think I'm letting school get to me again. I get like this EVERY semester. It's so lame.
Sunday night I worked with the girl that Jeremy used to like, and Jeremy. I felt like a horrible person because for the longest time I couldn't even speak to her. Then my manager made me feel like an ass. He was like.. you gotta get over it or you'll ruin your relationship. But I don't know. It's not that I dislike HER as a person it's like.. I don't trust her. I wouldn't leave Jeremy alone with her for a long time even if she has a boyfriend. It sounds wrong and all that blah blah, but I guess I'm just a teeny bit jealous. It's whatever. By the end of the night we were talking about stuff and I wasn't freaking out as much anymore. I did cry on the way home though because I felt like such an ass.. and I'm worried I'm just not good enough for Jeremy. But whatever he cured those fears and now I'm trying to get over it. Hopefully I can do it.
I'm exhausted. I really am. I didn't get home until 12 last night--then I got up 7:30, 8, then 8:30. I kept setting my alarm for 30 minutes longer heh. I can't wait the summer. I'm ready for tanning oil, chlorine, and fishing (gasp, yes I actually want to go fishing!). I'm readyyyyyyy. BRING IT ON SUMMER, BRING IT ONNN :]
NOTE: The most disgusting thing in the world--to hear your parents talking about their sex life. Gag.
( Vanity, it's a sin you know. )
- Mood: cranky
- Music:Dangerous Ying Yang Twins
Oh yeh. I'm on probation for TOPS because I made a 2.4 GPA instead of a 2.5. Fuck you, TOPS, fuck you. You come sit your happy ass in the classes I took this semester and make straight A's. [[I did pass math, by the way]].
Ugh.
The Christmas party was fun.
I danced on a table with my boss.
She's hilarious.
I got really, REALLY drunk. I cried when Jeremy danced with Sara. [Can we say emotional drunk?]. I cried when we got back to his house and we couldn't go to sleep together. I'm a weenie at times.
Jeremy's fantastic. I can say I love him pretty damn much.
I'll have pictures of our night up soon enough.
- Mood: pissed off
- Music:df;k
