Lightbulbs and the smell of food casts a depressing filter over everything for me. I wonder what's up with that.
Working 9pm-5am every weekend makes me feel like there are no breaks in my life. When you're a kid you look forward to having that weekend to break off from the routine with your friends. That usually carries over into your adult life, but every day's a weekday when you work the weekends. It feels like life's passing you by when you're selling the multitude of revelers their cigarettes, soda, and condoms as you wish your own (Monday, Tuesday) weekend would come. And when Monday rolls around, who the hell else is around to party with?
I think this episode of my life should end soon. Fuck a convenience store. I think it's time to give that whole higher education thing some consideration. At least then I won't have trouble finding people to party with on weekdays.
Working 9pm-5am every weekend makes me feel like there are no breaks in my life. When you're a kid you look forward to having that weekend to break off from the routine with your friends. That usually carries over into your adult life, but every day's a weekday when you work the weekends. It feels like life's passing you by when you're selling the multitude of revelers their cigarettes, soda, and condoms as you wish your own (Monday, Tuesday) weekend would come. And when Monday rolls around, who the hell else is around to party with?
I think this episode of my life should end soon. Fuck a convenience store. I think it's time to give that whole higher education thing some consideration. At least then I won't have trouble finding people to party with on weekdays.
holdensolo:
My friend has a Masters degree in English. He works in a convenience store.
stradapult:
There goes the last brick of my optimism wall tumbling down through the rubble. Tomorrow I'm grabbing all of the lottery tickets and going for broke.