fumblinglust's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Breakdown I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home I had a nervous breakdown after I got home from work tonight. I realized that this is not where I want to be in my life. I hate my job right now - plating desserts on the line all night and never actually getting to make anything. Never getting time off. Everyone else got a fucking week + vacation twice this year, but how long did I get for Xmas? 4 days. And how long will I get off to go home in June? 3 days. That's not a vacation, that's a weekend. What kind of job won't allow me to go home? That is fucked. I get 7 days total the entire year. That is completely fucked. I have no friends here. Seriously. My roommate and her boyfriend don't count, I hate them. In fact, I hate a lot more people than I enjoy here. I essentially got a job offer from Caesars back home. $18 an hour for *doing actual pastry work*. What? You mean I get to *make* the cake and not just stick it on a plate? WTF?! It's AMAZING! I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home, for good :( 12:40 a.m. - 2003-04-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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