Resentment.

I resent my parents.

I'm trying not to, really. It's hard though. I've been looking at jobs, because I can't keep working at Kohls like this. The late hours are killing me. It gets so hard to wake up. But I really don't want to go through the application process again. I'm tired.

The reason I resent my parents, is because they sort of made me quit the Y. I had decided that I was going to quit on good terms. I wanted to say to him, "Dave, I'm going to work during my vacation, but I'm putting in my two weeks now." It was my parents that convinced me to just quit on the spot.

Last night I was pissed at myself. How could I let a damn good job like that slip away? I mean, it was Dave that pushed me to the edge. I worked three summers without missing a week. He couldn't find a way to give me that last week of the summer? Even though I put in for it at least a month early?

If I do go back, it won't be until the summer. So I think I'm gonna shape up and start kicking those claims into gear.

Who am I, anyway? [reprise]

Am I a signage person at Kohls? Do I come in, after the store has closed, to replace old sales with new sales? Do I do this until one in the morning, for seven dollars an hour? I guess I will soon.

I'm not too ecstatic about the job, but it is a job. And anyway, what do I do from eight to ten pm? I buy stuff. So, at least this will help me save.

Lyn and I are going re-job hunting tomorrow. Maybe find something that a vampire wouldn't enjoy.

Besides, I have no idea why the manager thought I would have an eye for detail. I definitely felt like Augesten Burroughs, when he goes to offer his advertising for a sail company. They tell him that they're happy with their advertising company, but then offer him a job cutting sails. They didn't even ask him if he was qualified for it. Stupid.

And I just laughed on the inside.

Unemployed? Pt. III

Lynashley and I both got calls from Kohls. We have interviews on Tuesday. It actually went like this.

Lyn was laying in my bed when the housephone rang. Daniel was the only other person in the house, and I knew that he wasn't going to get it, so I did. "Hello?" It was Kohls. We set up an interview on tuesday at 5. I excitedly hung up and ran into my room. "LYN!! Kohls called, they wanted an interview!!!!! YAY!!!"
She was pissed. "What the fuck?" For the past month, she had been trying to get jobs and they had never called her. Of course, the job that we apply for together is the job that calls me first. She starts chasing me around the house, yelling. I decide to use the stairs, since she can't stand them. Eventually we both get winded and end up on the floor of my room. She checks her phone. She's missed a phone call. From Kohls.

Anyway, I'm really excited that I got a phone call so early. It's only been two days, after all. Cross your fingers, lets hope Lynashley and I get this job together.

Unemployed? Pt. II

Lyn and I went job hunting today. We applied at Linen's and Things, Barnes and Noble, Office Depot, and Kohls. I also applied at Petsmart.

I really hope it rains soon. The clouds have been on again/off again looming all day. Is it proper to give clouds an on again/off again attribute? I suppose it's not necessarily that the clouds are getting together and breaking up, or anything like that. Maybe I should've worded it better.
"The clouds have been looming on and off all day."

That's better.

It's nice to think of your friends in high school when you're wandering around town, eating lunch at McDonalds. It feels weird, sort off like when you skip class, or when you miss school for something frivolous. Exciting. Dangerous. Well, not really dangerous. Privileged. That's the right word. We're privileged.

I suppose.

I suppose...

Semi-colons are dumb. I don't know, I just don't like using them so much.

I applied for a job at Starbucks. I'm fairly excited, and I hope I get it. They get fairly nice wages, I hear, plus don't they get dental insurance? I'm supposed to go job hunting with Lynashley today.

I can't do claims forever. I'll kill myself. Seriously, sitting at that small laptop for hours, typing and staring at that screen. It'll kill me. I start to hurt after 30 minutes, my shoulders, my fingers, my wrists, my neck, my eyes, my ears. It's a serious job hazard.

I had Chick-fil-a for breakfast and it felt soo good. That's right, it didn't just taste good. It felt good.