i really have been nowhere, though. still working the same job for the same pay. everyday i grow more and more tired of it. the money isn't great, not enough for me to live on, anyway. in the summer, i was asked if i wanted to be a server. i declined inasmuch as i never responded. i don't know. i guess i feel that it's easy to train someone to do my job so if i quit it wouldn't be as difficult as training a new server. also..i hardly have time to look for other means as it is (i don't know, something about my job just exhausts me. i don't know if it's the people or the customers or just that it's sapping my creative energy into devoting myself to things i could really not care less for), and if i were a server, i would actually rely on the place because i would have less time. and sorry but i have no desire to be there until two in the morning getting gawked at by old men in hawaiian shirts (happens enough at the podium) while drunk women with a sick sense of south roanoke upper crust entitlement bark at me for more vodka-red bulls. sick.
so, yeah, i'm jaded. i work at a place which is unlike any other restaurant--it is really cool. but they are constantly under-staffed so i can't even take some days off of my PART-TIME, shouldn't-even-be-a-big-deal job to see my friends or family without someone laying a guilt trip on me. it's all so silly.
i applied at another temp agency. they haven't called. it sucks when you can't get a better job because you might not pass a drug test, but the reason you are--hypothetically--using drugs is to feel better because you have a terrible job. self-awareness should be awarded. with a raise.
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