breathe

Finally, I can breathe. I don't know what's made this change, but it's definitely a welcome change. I feel like a gaping hole in my chest has been filled and a pressure has been lifted. I think I've figured out what's going on in my life now. Some things are more important than others. Family, friends, school, then work. Since things aren't going great with my family or with school...the job got the boot. I'll make it without it.

It means no new clothes. Not a lot of gas. Things like that, but I've been living like that for awhile, and being a waitress isn't really doing much to change that except that it's stealing my self-esteem. Being a waitress can do that. Some people treat you like dirt, others treat you like a piece of meat. I just feel demeaned on a daily basis. And when something's wrong it's never one of your co-workers fault...you called the order wrong, you should've just magically known that the food was done before it got cold, you should neglect your customers to do your shift switch jobs. It's all bullshit.

But Tuesday is my last day. I don't have to worry about it anymore.