A Day Off and a Dollar Short....

Yesterday at my I've-got-vacation- time-off-from-my-real-job-so-I-am- workin'-retai-job, I got the first of what I expect to be many "Oh, my god!! You are STILL working here." Alright people, going back to the job that funded two college degrees is a bit of a tough pill to swallow so let's not rub salt in the wound, please. It's not a career choice. It's a financial obligation. I have a $2300 car bill to pay off before interest ecrews and I don't need you all making me feel like a big fat loser because my other job pays peanuts and has forced me into putting a very large fake smile on my face and pretending like I like you. And by the way missy, I know you are waitin' tables in Atlanta so let's not throw stones. One good thing out of yesterdays gaunt through retail hell, I found a new place to get a haircut in a combonation tattoo parlor/hair salon. That's enough to put a smile onto anyone's face. Especially mine.

Listening to: General Public