Please Forgive Me; I’m New
Let’s see…
I haven’t been on here in a looong time, and, quite frankly, I miss it. that doesn’t mean I’m going to start writing again any time soon, as I still don’t have access to the Internet without borrowing my sister’s iPad. But I do miss it.
Some updates on my life: I’ve recently had the wonderful news that I am now in debt because of the apartment I used to live in. My ex-roommate and I now owe the manager around $2000 for unpaid rent. My credit score has also been fucked because of this debt, but that is something I’ll worry about later.
Though I have job now, I barely made anything on my last paycheck. And I owe $50 to my mom for rent to live here, I paid another $50 on my new debt, I gave my best friend $15 for gas to get the rest of my shit from Vancouver, plus I got a Red Bull for me and a pink Rockstar for her. I still have to get some Dr. Scholl’s insoles for my work shoes, because my feet are killing me when I get home, and my left big toe has mysteriously started going numb during work and doesn’t get feeling back until later the next day. I hope it doesn’t end up falling off. Just kidding.
Hmm, more news, you say? Well, since starting my job, I’ve found that I actually like it. No, I don’t like working per say, but I do have a sense of accomplishment upon returning home. I’m seemingly always in a good mood after work. Plus, I think I have a greater appreciation for the time I get to spend at home being lazy.
Sometimes work gets incredibly hectic—everyone loves McDonald’s, apparently—but I enjoy many of my coworkers. Some of them are insanely funny, which makes working more fun for me. I do think it’s rather sad that so many people eat fast food, and it makes me feel worse that employees are required to “sell up,” which kind of enables customers, in my opinion. Also, I swear I served someone who was on something the other day. The guy was super weird.
Oh, and one day, I was bringing food out to a car that was waiting in the parking lot because the drive through was backed up, and I tripped over some mats that were propping open the door while the lobby was being cleaned. Needless to say, I fell, slamming the bag of food on the ground and squishing it in the process. I also ripped my pants at the knee and scraped my elbow and wrists on the concrete. All in front of the drive through. I can only imagine what they thought when they saw me biff it so hard. After that incident, I brought the squished food back inside, told my coworkers at the counter that I fell and that new food needed to be prepared for that customer, and went to wash my bloody elbow in the sink. I was trying really hard not to cry, nit because it hurt that bad, but because of sheer embarrassment at what had just occurred adding to that the fact that it was only my eighth day working there. On the way to the sink, I passed by the coworker who had trained me (my favorite person at work so far), who noticed something was wrong with me. He said something along the lines of “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to cry.” And after that, all the tears I was trying so hard to keep restrained came pouring out. That was even more embarrassing. First, falling, and then crying about it. Hahaha. Then my boss and her boss, who was there that day, both took care of the first aid and had me fill out an accident
report.
That was a rough day! I am still sore in multiple places from my fall, and I have many bruises and scrapes to mark the occasion. At least I can laugh about it now. And at least it provides others with something to laugh about as well. That’ll be a story to tell the future grandkids.
