fifth time this week
but itll b fine im sure
I THINK I FINALLY GOT A JOB
yes, and im real happy so wish my luck i have another interview tomorrow. oh and pray my car starts, it didnt want to today
ive been living off ten dollars a week for the past few years, so getting this job had me excited.
So i come home and tell my parents and first they are angry that it is sunday mornings, then they tell me i will be paying them $50 a week. board. as well as paying for fuel.
and you know waht that means...?
that means ill be living off ten dollars a week. to buy clothes, shoes, other expenses. OH yes. how exciting.
im SO pissed off. im never going to get a car, or the money to travel, or to move out of this hell whole. cos im getting $90 a week and its all freakin going to my parents
these important things i have learned.
1. nose bleeds are frustrating
2. cheese graters and hands DONT mix
3. lazer tag is fun...
except when you get beaten up. which is against the rules, but the guy in charge wasnt watching the security camera and i got a gun in the face and a sharp corner in my back as i was pushed into it
living the christian life...
my mate thinks that getting drunk is okay as long as u share the word while you are drunk. but what message is that giving. yeh there is this God person. but you can still go get drunk and beat people up and crash cars and rape little girls.
So my first day at work was fairly uneventful. apart from the large rack of bread that fell over, i was in charge of it, but it wasnt even my fault lol. so it was okay, and all the people are really nice
im still nervous...and ive got a couple of nicks and red marks on my fingers, aparently french sticks are sharp. lol bread. its only three cuts. anyways, it was a good nine hours...
i dont like getting up at 3am, and im really glad its only two days a week cos im really exhausted. i wonder how tomorrow will go...
here is me mucking round after work in my uniform
wow, starting at 4am is real hard stuff.
i dont even look like me at the moment. im pale, and my face is all worn. I hardly ate today. which i know, while im working, isnt a good thing, cos i almost collapsed twice.
i wanted to cry, my "best friend" wont even look at me. i stood by her thru so much, and she will walk past me in the passage and not even look at me. i put on a brave face, but i want to scream, and cry, and do other things. its so hard.
all my friends are depressed, all of them want to die. and ive got to grin and handle it and pretend everything is okay. everyone expects me to be the perfect completely together one...
as my screen name on msn says.
If you want lil miss perfect...go buy a barbie, im not thin, im not beautiful, IM NOT PERFECT