I can sum up my life in two words right now:
I guess it's not really that bad. On a related note, the "GD word" is my favorite profanity. It's the least-offensive swear word with "God" in front of it, so people are afraid to use it. I don't understand religion. Somebody please pray for me.
If I were writing the way my thoughts sounded in my head, you would read the following: "Well, I mean, I guess, ummmm... I don't know." I'm just having trouble sorting things out right now.
I'm still working my two jobs. Not sure for how long, though. It looks like Pizza Hut is becoming my top priority, job wise. You have no idea how much that last sentence hurt me. They asked me if I wanted to be a manager again. I need the money, so I said yes. I'm tired of hiding from my landlord and giving excuses as to why I don't have the rent money for her.
Regarding RadioShack, I'm just not any good at it. I barely understand any of the technological stuff people ask me about. Most people accept that I'm not that smart when it comes to that stuff so they give me a pass, but it's not fun pretending like I know what I'm doing.
I wrote previously about the hours issue. There looks to be a simple solution: the store by the Walmart is overstaffed and the store in the mall is understaffed. I went to work yesterday and a co-worker lamented that it was going to be the last time we work together, since I work at the mall now. That was news to me. The idea had been broached. The boss asked if I wanted to work at the mall. I told her to ask everybody else and get back to me. She never got back to me. Of course, it's hard to get back to me when I'm only there 6 hours a week.
So, we'll see what's going on there.
One of my first days back at Pizza Hut, a girl said something that was probably inspiring to some people, but just made me incredibly sad. She had worked as a server at a restaurant for several years and had left to work at Pizza Hut. She didn't like it and was leaving to go back to the restaurant. I told her how similar that was to my story - left and coming back to Pizza Hut. She said, "Yeah, sometimes you just have to go back home."
And then I died a little inside. Not really, but it sucked to hear that. On what may be a related note, Pizza Hut didn't have to give me a hat or nametag - I brought my own.
So, that looks like my agenda for the next few months: make pizzas and deal with customers. If you're new to the blog here or just need a refresher, click the link to read about one of my worst customer interactions ever. The police were called:
I don't think anything that bad will happen this time. One positive I can say about my life right now: it's not as bad as what I detailed in that blog linked above. I'm doing a little bit better; that's something, right?
I'm going to go live my life for a little bit and see where it takes me. I'll let you know how things are going. I feel like things are on a slight upswing. Hopefully it is.