space-oddity's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- not fit for work err. work was both tiresome and weird today. the video store is supposed to be my non-job job, a place where i just kind of hang out for a few hours and get paid. nothing serious. i mean, c'mon, i only work there two days out of the week. it's not a real job. my other crap-ola job is the real job. the problem with the video store is that i've been there so long that i know how to do pretty much everything. let's and of course, if i wanted to make the smart and sensible move, i'd quit at least one of my jobs, but, no. it's not that i enjoy having something to complain about, but it's more like i've become accustomed to a certain amount of income. i remember how poor i was just a year and a half ago. actually, i'm still poor, but not as poor. anyway, i just don't want to have to live like that again. i'm able to pay cash for everything and clear my debts with the two jobs i have, and that makes me feel good about things for a little while, and then i start thinking about just how crappy those two jobs are, and i get all grouchy and depressed all over again. o bah. damn the money! /rant i'm listening to ivy. i want my life to be like the way their music sounds. not necessarily happy, just a little neater and sophisticated with my hair blowing in the wind. 3:39 am - 03.19.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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