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January, 2004
Friday, January 2nd, 2004
No wonder I missed this job so much. I've been back at it for about three weeks now (but I was actually gone for one of those weeks) and it totally rocks. The people I work with are awesome and the customers are pretty cool too. I've seen a bunch of the regulars and they've all wondered where I've been and how I've been doing. A lot of them are also pretty impressed that I've been going to UVa. Coolness.
Work is also more fun now. My six month break rid me of any hate or contempt I had of the place and it shows. A lady the other day kept telling me I seemed so genuinely happy and sincere at my job. And tonight a group of people walked up and we couldn't stop laughing at each other. Everything just seemed so funny.
I also realize how laughable my job is and that I shouldn’t take it seriously which makes it strangely entertaining. I also work with hilarious people. God, it's all so amusing.
But I don't have much time left there and I think I'm going to be really sad when I have to leave again. I've gotten back into the swing of things and I'd rather not go away for another four months (hmmm, if I go to Florida again for the summer, then I'll really be gone for an entire year. Holy fuck). A year? I hadn't realized that yet... God fucking damn it. This is the best job I will ever have. Once I graduate I'll have to get a real job and I can't really expect it to be fun, at least not like this. It's like in "American Beauty" when the guy gets a job at a burger joint. You can't really do that with a college education, though. So, basically, this is it. I have a mere two to eight months left at my best of all possible jobs (winter and summer breaks spread out over a year and a half) Gee.
Yea, going back to school in less than two weeks. Another four months of stress and studying. Another four months without a job. Maybe I can sell myself to a drug testing company again...
Tuesday, January 6th, 2004
So the other day one of my bosses tells me I would be a manager if I wouldn't have transferred to UVA. He also said I would have been a cool manager. Yea, I really would have.
I'm thinking about staying on next semester working one day a week. Really, though, it would be a lot better if I just transferred to a closer theater (like Ridge's sister theater which happens to only be about 10 minutes from my apartment at UVA). This is assuming I will even have time to work. I just can't stand the thought of leaving my great job again (and all my buddies here in Richmond). I'm going back to UVA in less than a week and my last day at the theater is Sunday. I'm not sure when I'll be back. Maybe in four months, maybe in eleven, maybe never. Who knows.
The big news today is that the destruction of Ridge has finally begun. I was driving by and saw five trucks being loaded with pieces of the place. It looked like they were gutting it, taking out pipes and demolishing the box. I'm kind of glad they've finally gotten around it.
Monday, January 12th, 2004
I'm really glad today wasn't my last day. I'll be working Saturdays for a while. Kind of bitter right now, though. Going back to school tomorrow. Not looking forward to it.
... should have stayed in Florida.
Sunday, January 18th, 2004
So, I've been back at school for three days now and it looks like this semester is going to be tough. I have oodles of reading and writing to do as well as daily studying just to stay on top of things. Being so bogged down with school work made going back to the theater on Saturday really tough.
I live an hour away from the place now, so I actually had to commute. The drive, though, really isn't that tough. I have my tunes and regular lengthy driving should make me a better driver. Still, once I got to work, things just went down hill.
I was so worried about how much work I have to do and how little time I have to do it that I was just really edgy all day. On top of that, everyone feels they need to tell me repeatedly that I'm stupid for working at a place an hour from where I live. I never asked anyone for their opinions and I'm still making money, so I wish everyone would just fuck off. Too each his own, you know?
Then I had to work with this chick that got employee of the month and now feels she is better than everyone else. Every time I had a customer she would run up to take their order, get their stuff and even use my register. After a while this got kinda annoying and, together with my already stressed mood, it put me in a funk. The entire day stucked.
I've realized now that work was only fun during winter break because I had nothing better to do. Now, though, I'm pretty busy and the place seems to suck. I'll probably quit soon. But I should at least give it more than the one day.
I'm also pretty sure now that I'll be leaving again in the summer. So if I do quit soon, I'll be gone for nearly a year. But with the day I had Saturday, that would be fine with me.
Tuesday, January 27th, 2004
Two weekends down. Last weekend I went in more excited about work. But that lasted none-too-long. Firstly, the place opened an hour later than it used to, but everyone was still scheduled to come in early, except the manager. So, we all got there on time and waited for the boss to show up. We weren't getting paid or anything and when I pointed out that we were all scheduled to come in early and had to wait around the boss was just like, "So what." Fuckers.
Then, of course, there were too many of us there and people needed to be sent home. I was one of two people working in the box, and the manager said one of us had to go. I drove an hour to get there and I work one day a week, fuck if I was leaving. But I was working with the crazy lady and she started complaining that she has been cut down to four days a week and that she needed to stay (she pays no bills, has no expenses, so I can't feel sorry for her). Anyway, I figured out how we could both stay and so we did. But that place just sucks. I’m ready to quit. I will never gain a promotion, I will never receive a substantial raise, and I’ll never get anything out of it. It's a cool summer job, but that's about it.
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