I'm tired
to the bone. Physically and mentally. I have been running on empty lately, just
few hours' worth of sleep a night and stressful and tiring work. Yeah, some of
you would say so what? All I need to do at work is sit and sell people
wristbands and entrances. But random
hours on random days and the constant fear of making a mistake and receiving
the wrath from the customers and boss... That eats my mind away. I have started
nearly crying after work few times now. I'm just so sick of it, but I cannot
quit. I have less than a month left, last week is actually me working from
Sunday to Saturday... I'm afraid to go to work every single morning. Tired of
explaining the same things over and over again...
Working in
an amusement park is no fun to someone who'd rather sit alone or with their
loved one, with no fear of making strangers mad at you or fumbling with money.
I'm one of those who'd rather just... do something stupid and simple... But
working for the city, cleaning streets and planting flowers isn't my style
either. Gramps finds it embarrassing that I haven't worked at the local cemetery.
I find it a job for teens. Those who are desperate for a place to work and earn
meager summer pay. I got desperate this year, after I decided to hold an off
year. Gramps can think and say what he wants. I do what I want with my life.
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