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| Current music: | Superdrag |
So hood.
So I ditched the whole 'let's go somewhere crazy & exotic and get naked' idea for spring break and decided to willingly sign up for an 80 hour week at Friendly's.
That's right, ten hour shifts, everyday. All break. What's really good!
With April right around the bend, a bajillion concerts coming up, the Vegas trip, and literally everyone I know turning 21, including myself, I decided working was the smart idea. Especially since I'm broke. And considering I'm flunking courses left and right this semester, smart ideas don't come too often. But alas...EUREKA! Finally!
I find myself quickly approaching my fifth summer at that ghetto fab family dining establishment, and as I do so, I've been thinking a lot about what I should do. Of course, I'll work there again this summer. But the older I get, the more I'm realizing I'm going to have to leave there soon. I'm going to have to get a ...gasp... REAL JOB.
I've worked other jobs, but none of them are as fun as waitressing. And even though I'd like to work in an upscale restaurant or a bar, I'd never have as good a time as I have there. I love my co-workers, I love sneaking m&ms, I love joking around with all the crazy people who come in, I love making fun of everyone and knowing everyone and having regulars. It's just a good feeling.
I try to stick with my guns, and so far, I've done just that. I don't work jobs that I don't enjoy. The farm pretty much sucked, but the money was good. And I left it to work more hours at Friendly's, where the money was nothing great at all.
Imagine the wackiest people on the face of the earth. Not wacky in a bad sense, by any means, but rather, interesting people. There's a state of mind you have to be in to get through your shift. Eveyone's from so many different walks of life and you sorta have to, be a lot more easy going and laid back to get by. It's such a hodge pod of employees. And somehow, we all manage to work together and be friends. The age gaps don't even matter.
It's just nice to come back to a place where people are always the same. Nothing changes there - I can leave a few months and come back and feel like I never left.
So, I guess I'm thankful that I've been there as long as I have. Sometimes I take it for granted, but it's probably the best first job I could have ever asked for.
Yeah this is a sappy journal entry, sorry dudes.
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