Monday, June 27, 2011

I Hate My Job.

I really really do. I hate serving, I hate working four doubles in a row, I hate bad attitudes, I hate how I'm treated, and I hate how no one takes me seriously. I also get absolutely no perks with this job and that makes it less desirable. Carlos just treats me like a piece of meat for the guys at the bar and everyone talks down to me and treats me like a child. "Oh, go make this Guac Live for me because the guys at that table would probably rather look at you doing it" is just ridiculous. "Oh, if only you were older"... dream on. I hate the constant comments. I want someone to notice my work ethic and not my ass.

Gahhh. I'm just mostly pissed about all the doubles. I need to get myself and Faust to a doctor... looks like Thursday is my only day.

Alright, so being on my off week really is making things worse than they probably are. I never realized just how much that extra estrogen really does for me until I stop taking it for a week. I'm not even bleeding yet and already I'm grouchy, pissed, and irritable. I just want to lay in bed and be miserable for a week without having to deal with people.

xx Do You Have The Time To Listen To Me Whine Marz

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