The Good Girl

What you see... is only half of the story.

Friday, July 20

Last five minutes of my lunch break. Am slowly trying to accept that my job is pretty boring. Money is just not the best source of motivation. Money is very easy in this line of work, you just have to be very good in selling and in speaking in English. My once strong confidence in the language has been repeatedly questioned, by myself, because some Americans can be either so slow to understand my 'accent' or just doesn't want to listen at all. Racist, the rotten pack of them.
I would have to admit, as I check the clock on my PC to see that I now have 3 minutes left before I go back to the phone, that for the first two weeks of work, I felt inferior. Its stupid I know, so now I'm trying to see it in a different way.
A new perspective is all I need.
And production, to get commission.
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Its Friday, Toni's 22nd birthday, and the last day of this weeks shift. Looooove it. Would enjoy my weekend to the max, mostly sleeping.
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Really want to watch a movie! Not yet sure if I'm to use my ticket though. HP5 anyone?
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Last minute of freedom. Later.

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Saturday, July 7

I'm so tired....
I'm at work right now and I couldn't begin to tell you how much I wish I wasn't here...
I'd rather be anywhere than here, but here I am alright, giving away my Saturday off to get a movie ticket and earn. I'm so not delivering to my potentials. It sucks. I just can't seem to find the drive to work. It just doesn't make sense to work for money. There's to pride in it. No motivational whatever; nothing. But I'm tied to this because of my contract and because I've got nothing else better to do anyway.
I miss school. Soooo much.
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Shift starts 4:30 and ends 11 AM. What sucks is I can't help but wish the time to pass by, which means I'm not enjoying every minute I have alive. I want to engulf myself at home, in the protection of mom and my brother and not be bothered by expectations and questions and responsibilities and spiffs and all those adult stuff I never even knew existed.
PFFT!
I guess being a working girl isn't as a great and glamorous as it once sound... I want to be a school girl again...

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