I have the desire to quit my job, because my bosses are jerk-wads to me. The situation is pretty cliche' and even though I've been at that freakin' gas station for a little over two years, I'm having problems with them being rude and "talking down" to me, AGAIN.
I originally thought I would work there until I transfer to a different college, most likely for the Spring 2014 semester, BUT, I've talked to my bf, and finally my Ma after enough stuff happened, (I've tried talking to friends, but they just say, "that sucks" and change the topic without giving any advice or telling me what they would do if it was them), and my Ma told me that she would go down there with me, or without me if I prefer, just not to expect to keep my job after that happens... I told her I didn't want to get fired, but now, it has been only a week or so or more bad "treatment", and I couldn't care less at this point. I know I'm too old to have my Mommy doing stuff like this for me, but damn, they never really actually hear anything I say or listen to me for more than a few words. It's lame. They've also have complained about my clothes a couple of times. I don't even dress weird for work. Long shorts, (they don't have the AC on to were I can feel it on the weekends when they're out of town to their nice house in the big city), blue jeans, no make up or just mascara normally. I don't wear jewelry or have any other piercings but the traditional set in my ears. (ONE hole per ear, not even gauges.) I've still heard them speak to each other in their native language and one or two English words, like my name, and "outfit", and I've never just blown up at them or anything. I wore this long, plain brown skirt to work a few times, and the Mrs. Boss complained to Mr. Boss. (They're a married couple.) Customers never made any faces, neither did our "cleaning guy" that helps me lock up the store at closing time- he said I looked nice when he noticed the skirt- and apparently, they just don't like me wearing a skirt of any kind. It's weird, I feel they are acting rude to me, and I've been treated unfairly for a long time there. If another worker talks about me, (only one of us and the "cleaning guy" work at the same time for the evening shift), they start giving me crap. It's as if they never truly trust me, yet, for about six to eight months, I was opening the store every Sat. and Sun. while they were at their nice, city home. ...This situation is leaving me stressed, for the second time, but the only reason I even kept this job for so long was to have money for awesome clothes my parents would never buy me. (Mainly stuff from online.) It feels pretty sucky to get treated like this for the second time, and it is because a worker that has been there longer and before me is talking about me. The same situation, different person. I never confronted the first person, but, I hardly see the second person, and the bosses have pretty much decided that I'm crap. SO, I'll just have to either suck it up, which, I don't want to do anymore, or, have my Ma help me/confront them for me. And here I thought that everything was going to stay smooth after the first person that talked about me quit over a year ago. *shakes head*
SAT.~9/7/13
P.K.1~PinkKitty1
Sooo, I probably have lost everyone whose ever had an interest in my 'art', and I totally deserve that because of my horrible inactiveness- but it's not completely my fault, I swear! I just don't have a reliable scanner, and the outcome of that is me being a lazy 'artist'. Though, I have a twitter, (https://twitter.com/#!/Chub_Manga_Love,) since webcam pic.s are acceptable for those kinds of sites; plus, I love to find and watch my 'manga heros'... 
I hope to come back to being an active 'interneter' and post up comic updates and the whatnot like the good ol' days. (Well, they sorta were, 'cept the being in high school part...)
Oh yeah, I totally suck at college; and, well, I've lost motivation, to care, until further notice to even care about it, 'cause, I'm going to enjoy this summer like I'm a kid again! ...A kid who can drive, has a 24 year old bf, has a job (at a gas station), has to put money in a savings account, annnnnnnd, not eat whatever I want so I can loose weight; plus work out to try even more to loose weight. Yeah, so much for being the FUN kind of kid. *bleh, whatev*
MON.~3/21/12 (3:21 A.M. DX)
