Oh Lonely Me
Dec. 3rd, 2003 08:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksOne more day until I get a day off. A day when I don't have to worry about stocking cellphone accessories, or offering credit cards, or otherwise tolerating imbeciles on both sides of the counters. You, Lone Reader (or, rather, Nemo) have no idea how much I've been longing and looking forward to the day when I can go to sleep knowing I don't have to report to RS. When I can wear my stay-at-home bra (that only women that are, shall we say, more endowed, usually bother with) and slouch around in sweats with my hair looking horrible. Fuck it, I'm not even going to bother to go to the gym that day. Harry's so screwed me over in my schedule that I've had to work 8 days in a row.
Damn. End bitchy rant.
Got a relaxer for the first time in perhaps eons. I hate it so much, but it's like one of those necessary evils. My brothers have my mom's Indian hair while I've been gifted (cursed) with my fathers more...difficult, shall we say, locks. Jokes on them, they'll probably end up prematurely greying like mom too. My scalp's messed the hell up now. I would go natural, but that would mean a ton more combing and detangling than I engage in now.
Work was crazy. Everyone was stressed out and annoying to be around. Honestly, I don't know if it's because of the retail experience or because my co-workers are so young. The manager lets one of his workers basically slack off like nothing just because he's the number one seller. The other workers resent it but say nothing. If people are making a cellphone sale and run into technical problems they get terribly anal. So much crap went down during the 4 (4!) hours I was there that it felt like an eternity. Goddammit, I hate that fucking job with a passion.
Okay, seriously, I'm not going to start bitching and weeping.
My leg hasn't been acting up that much lately, which I'm grateful for seeing as the temperature has dropped substantially. Krishna's really feeling it. In one of those weird twists of fate, we both have had the same surgery done on ourselves, and we're both sporting the same hardware. Her accident happened about two years before my own. We still, to this day, don't know how she broke her leg. She just got loose from the yard (if I hadn't decided to dub her "Krishna" we would have called her Houdini, because that bitch could find a way to escape from everything and anything) and disappeared for three days (all of this occurred while I was up at school, freshman year). The folks say that she just ended up following the car into the driveway, with a limp. I guess she found her way home from wherever she was/was taken. Anyway, long digression. She can't stand going outside when its cold, and she limps around for a while until she warms up. She's such a cutie. My golden-haired baby. Not affectionate in the least, but eh. I feel for her the same way a parent with an autistic child feels, I suppose.
Hmm. Not much to say besides the same narcisstic drivel, I guess. I suppose I should insert another swear word just for no reason.
Fuck.
There.
Damn. End bitchy rant.
Got a relaxer for the first time in perhaps eons. I hate it so much, but it's like one of those necessary evils. My brothers have my mom's Indian hair while I've been gifted (cursed) with my fathers more...difficult, shall we say, locks. Jokes on them, they'll probably end up prematurely greying like mom too. My scalp's messed the hell up now. I would go natural, but that would mean a ton more combing and detangling than I engage in now.
Work was crazy. Everyone was stressed out and annoying to be around. Honestly, I don't know if it's because of the retail experience or because my co-workers are so young. The manager lets one of his workers basically slack off like nothing just because he's the number one seller. The other workers resent it but say nothing. If people are making a cellphone sale and run into technical problems they get terribly anal. So much crap went down during the 4 (4!) hours I was there that it felt like an eternity. Goddammit, I hate that fucking job with a passion.
Okay, seriously, I'm not going to start bitching and weeping.
My leg hasn't been acting up that much lately, which I'm grateful for seeing as the temperature has dropped substantially. Krishna's really feeling it. In one of those weird twists of fate, we both have had the same surgery done on ourselves, and we're both sporting the same hardware. Her accident happened about two years before my own. We still, to this day, don't know how she broke her leg. She just got loose from the yard (if I hadn't decided to dub her "Krishna" we would have called her Houdini, because that bitch could find a way to escape from everything and anything) and disappeared for three days (all of this occurred while I was up at school, freshman year). The folks say that she just ended up following the car into the driveway, with a limp. I guess she found her way home from wherever she was/was taken. Anyway, long digression. She can't stand going outside when its cold, and she limps around for a while until she warms up. She's such a cutie. My golden-haired baby. Not affectionate in the least, but eh. I feel for her the same way a parent with an autistic child feels, I suppose.
Hmm. Not much to say besides the same narcisstic drivel, I guess. I suppose I should insert another swear word just for no reason.
Fuck.
There.
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Radio Shack is going to steal your life.
Date: 2003-12-04 04:59 am (UTC)My brother worked/works for Radio Shack. He was a manager until he realized how they were draining his life away. Then he found another job and became a part-timer, so he could get his discount -- he's an electronics shop-a-holic.
You need to get a job at Blockbuster or a comic shop and get out of that hole.
Or, even better, start looking for the next step in your search for meaning.
Don't think I'm demeaning you, because what I'm trying to say is that you can and should do better things. If you are just taking some time to put cash in your wallet and space between you and your last class, then do it someplace you can truly enjoy it.
That's my advice.
Here's my love. You sound like a beautiful person and make me wish I lived anywhere near you so I could come by and take you out for coffee. I'm sure you'd like my wife and son, too, as they have a good sense of humour. And I can see that you do too!
One last final thought: suffering is okay -- so long as you find some meaning in it. Let it be noble and let it be meaningful. I'm sure others will tell you to shut-up, but that doesn't mean they are right.
Love from Hiroshima,
Chris.
You're preaching to the choir, my friend
Date: 2003-12-05 05:52 pm (UTC)You're always there with the good words and encouragement and, again, I thank you. You totally RAWK, man!
/Valley speak.
Seriously, thanks Chris. A lot.