They told me go throw out trash by myself. Which I hate anyway. Then some guy from the nail salon yells at me for throwing the trash wrong. They locked the dumpster! It brought back of memories of bloody chicken boxes and getting a lecture from people from other departments in the store at the deli. That was it I had it!

I was just standing there at the clock contemplating my fate. At first I was ready to just clock out leave the building and never come back. Then I thought I’d put in my 2 weeks. I took a paper and wrote “(my name) putting in my 2 week notice.” Then I chickened out and didn’t do it. I was this close. Then a manager saw what I was doing or trying to do. I had to say I was not going to do it.

Me a good worker? What I really want to say is that the manager is really clueless and I don’t want to work for him. Me a communications major who can’t communicate. What an oxymoron! We are hemorrhaging people.

Then I told myself that if I didn’t keep this job I’d be broke again buying dollar store stuff for my secret hobby. And that maybe I need to buy myself something expensive and nice towards it, but not too expense. Plus I saw an internet psychic video that said if your career situation doesn’t change within 3 months from when you watched the video leave. I saw it 2 days ago.

I was just feeling down. I think? Who am I lying to? Him? Me? Everybody?

I said he was like Mr. Wilhelm from Seinfeld. What can I say I’m old I watch old shows. At least I didn’t talk about Perfect Strangers.

After I got I home I thought about it what do I really need to really get started in my secret hobby? A mentor! Now with video chatting and such it will be much easier since I can’t drive. And maybe one high end item, but tell my parents that I only paid a fraction of the price on it. Because I know if they found out how much that stuff really cost. They would say something like. “You paid $300 for that? What are you crazy spending your money on this junk?!” I’d probably get interrogated by them and all that.