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2003-09-16 21:07:11 ET Work work work...we work for fifty years...we bust our asses...for meager little paychecks that barely pay the bills. We work because somehow working hard today, living in poverty today, somehow gives us hope that tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow will be something better than scrounging for that last bit of change so you can even *get* to work. At least, this I hope. I will be working a thankless job for the next two years as a servant at the very bottom rung of the totem pole. I will not get a raise at all for the next two years no matter how hard I work, or how many hours. Truth be told, they don't even technically have to pay me. It's like going into beauty school boot camp, where we all wear pink boots with glitter on them. Where our gun is a blow-dryer or squirty water bottle. I feel like I've sold myself into slavery and won't start getting any sort of respect for at least a year. Bah humbug, I say. I have a 12 hour day tomorrow. 8 hour work day and then a three hour class. But...on the upside, tomorrow is also payday...Yay, i get to spend my lunch hour in a bank....thrilling... Not very positive today, obviously. I had to buy another mannequin head for class because my teacher wants to make sure that we actually cut our mannequins next week...we have a test on the chapter...BAH HUMBUG...does she really expect me to get a haircut done in 20 min after only three weeks of class one freakin' day a week? Not fair, not fair...fuck this...i hate that fucking school...It's a waste of time and money...but without them, I'd be lost in a mountain of school loans. I hope my hair model doesn't flake on me tomorrow. I love him to death, but I also know him very well. oi. |
