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the profession I trained in doesn't want me any more and I'm not sure I want it either. but what else to do? find a soul-sucking minimum wage job somewhere, having to deal with horrible members of the public til I'm sick with anxiety?
but I do
Still no people. I sigh and continue with my meaningless task. With some relish, I tear apart a message about a father always being there. Yes, I've been assigned to tear apart old greeting cards. Not a particularly interesting task, but it keeps me busy.
... Anyway... Creepy monologues aside, my job is alright. Except I keep wanting to buy more books. And my schedule is just slightly different from everyone else in the house. So my mom expects me to go to bed pretty soon after I get home, and then wake up early, and work around the house untill I have to go to work... and then at work I work from 1-9. So I'm pretty much expected to be working from 8am to 9pm.... Lather rinse repeat. It's kind of annoying. Oh well.
I have you three nights a week. The other four, you're at work til the sun comes up and fall into bed the moment you get home. I have you three days a week. The other four you spend exhausted, sleeping in til 5 and aching and sore when you get out of bed.
Your boss is turning into an asshole, you serve drunken fuckwits til the wee hours and ten spend hours cleaning up after them. You get nothing but abuse from the owners, othing but longer hours from your manager, nothing but swearing and the threat of violence from your customers. You haven't been paid in two months.