Apparently I have a fan at work in the form of district manager guy, who seemed oddly eager to promote me to cook/train me on grill. It was sort of weird. I'm a 19 year old college student. I guess maybe he thought I'd stay for longer than a couple months or something. It was awkward. I mean, I take working seriously, like, I feel horrid if I slack off a great amount or if I'm significantly late or something. I guess maybe I sort of come off as mature? I don't know. I didn't like it much. I am happy with what I am doing I suppose. I don't want more responsibility at work. I just want a quiet job that doesn't require me to stress myself.
Not saying work isn't stressful or tiring. I'm beat. And working the next 3 nights. And really not looking forward to that. I don't see why I do it to myself. I mean, I don't know why I feel loyalty to the people who like, are obviously playing the schedule game better than I. I don't know. I guess I am due to get a couple days off and go down the shore with my family. Hopefully that turns out OK.
The more the summer progresses the worse it gets. Nothing horrific, it just seems to be degenerating from something that seemed so hopefully into the same old shite that I always have to deal with. I do it to myself, I do. That's what really hurts.
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