I picked up 3 shifts at my husbands work so I could feel better about not getting hours at mine. We work with the same company. I'm in the middle of a transfer so I'm currently not getting any hours. I feel terrible and I stress over the fact that i'm looking for a new job , but i'm not getting any calls back for interviews. (do I seriously suck that bad?) I know it's stupid worries because if we did a tight enough budget we could live off of his salary alone. I still feel crazy guilty for being so ... unhelpful.
I don't exactly like the clients i'm working with right now. Two of them are okay , the other one gets really really cranky and violent if he can't get his smoke on. #you'rewaytooaddicted. At the rate he smokes , he's destined to run out of said cigarettes by the time my Monday shift rolls around. The very day when Gregg has 2 billion and ten finals. Okay 3. Just today the police had to be called on this guy. #scaredouttamymind.
So I'm tired , and I haven't gone home yet. I'm hanging out with Gregg on his shift. I play puzzles (my homework) while he studies. (his homework) In case you were wondering nope , i'm not in school currently. Which is why I don't stress over homework. Summer semester though. You be ready. Hopefully I get a job. Oh and 2 of my friends out here are now pregnant. What is in the water? That makes 4 people that i know are for sure preggers. I suspect 2 more.
The end.
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