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Quote: The Christian's Bible is a drug store. Its contents remain the same, but the medical practice changes. ~Mark Twain~ (don't mean to offend, simply in a mood)
Currently reading: The Farewell Symphony by Edmund White
Where to even begin is the question?
Decided I should end any thoughts of Allison. I talked the situation over with my friend Tammy shortly after it happened and decided she was right when she said I didn't need the drama. Hence I haven't called her and she hasn't called me.
Yesterday was almost a lazy day. I slept in then went to the library where I almost listened to the AAPL interview with Edmund White, but then realized that I had Friday off and should just listen to it then when I didn't have to go into work soon.
Work was hell, I got a migrane in the middle of it and got irritable, but luckily got to go home on time. I think my being irritable was the only reason I got to go home on time. I'd put a weeks notice in anyway. I decided to work only one job after finding out how ill I was a few weeks ago. I need to slow down, one job and school should be enough for me to get by. So I'm going back to working Taco Bell.
My parents are less then thrilled.
And then today I just couldn't take it anymore and simply quit working at Steak N' Shake despite only having to work today, Sat and Tues to be done there. I made sure the person I was working with had their area stocked, clocked out and told my manager I quit. Then I walked out. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I truely hated that job. I liked a few people I was working with, but mostly didn't and just couldn't deal with it anymore.
My mom seemed to understand. My Grandma was concerned but happy for me. My Dad was not pleased, he acted as if it was a decision I hadn't thought out. I've angonizing over doing this for the last two days and had come to the conclusion that I needed to. Yet still I'm a rash, unthinking, sterotypical teenager?
Sometimes I wonder if I am, if that's all I'm seen as.
Currently reading: The Farewell Symphony by Edmund White
Where to even begin is the question?
Decided I should end any thoughts of Allison. I talked the situation over with my friend Tammy shortly after it happened and decided she was right when she said I didn't need the drama. Hence I haven't called her and she hasn't called me.
Yesterday was almost a lazy day. I slept in then went to the library where I almost listened to the AAPL interview with Edmund White, but then realized that I had Friday off and should just listen to it then when I didn't have to go into work soon.
Work was hell, I got a migrane in the middle of it and got irritable, but luckily got to go home on time. I think my being irritable was the only reason I got to go home on time. I'd put a weeks notice in anyway. I decided to work only one job after finding out how ill I was a few weeks ago. I need to slow down, one job and school should be enough for me to get by. So I'm going back to working Taco Bell.
My parents are less then thrilled.
And then today I just couldn't take it anymore and simply quit working at Steak N' Shake despite only having to work today, Sat and Tues to be done there. I made sure the person I was working with had their area stocked, clocked out and told my manager I quit. Then I walked out. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I truely hated that job. I liked a few people I was working with, but mostly didn't and just couldn't deal with it anymore.
My mom seemed to understand. My Grandma was concerned but happy for me. My Dad was not pleased, he acted as if it was a decision I hadn't thought out. I've angonizing over doing this for the last two days and had come to the conclusion that I needed to. Yet still I'm a rash, unthinking, sterotypical teenager?
Sometimes I wonder if I am, if that's all I'm seen as.
