October 19, 2005

i need a new job...one that i'm not ashamed to admit that i have. i need a job that helps people, or provides some sort of necessary service. i'm sick of catering to cranky old ladies who buy over-priced, mis-matching outfits because they have nothing better to do with their day. if i was retired, i'd be writing and painting and singing and traveling...
in fact, i'd have to wait until i was retired to do any of thoe things anyway.
i've come to the conclusion that life in america is a waste of time....
i get underpaid at a shitty part-time job while i go to school so i can learn to be really good at a shitty full-time job, so good in fact that i end up working overtime every week, wearing myself out so much so that i grow sick, and then there will be no time to do the things that i love until after i die.
why do they work us so hard?
this is why i am moving to south america... or maybe new zealand. either way, i need to get out of here.
this is how pathetic it is...
people are coming to inspect our store today...i have to go in on my day off even when i feel like shit because of my cold to make sure that every little t-shirt is folded properly even though i'm sure the people that are coming in don't give a fuck!
i just feel lost...
and i haven't the resources to find the way to where i want to be.

Lisa blogged at 11:27 AM.
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