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I’m going to do a little bit of bartending again. I’m conversing with an old boss. I don’t do shit on Mondays, so there it is. I could be making money.

They don’t get it. They don’t know me like you do. They don’t care if I smile. They don’t know what it’s like to share life. I wish you were here. Life sucks without you. I’m so alone.

Lake at Sunset.

Watercolor pencils, india ink.

I need a scanner so bad. That looks like crap. Grainy discolored crap. I don’t play with my sketchbook often enough anymore. It makes me sad. I always have all these ideas but never the time and/or privacy to really use them. I’m home alone tonight, so I got to play. I also uploaded some photography to DA.

  Things are strange over at the old gnc. Since [coworker] transferred and I started manager training, my boss is acting strange. I’ve been busting my ass lately. Way too much for how much they pay me. No seriously, WAY too much. However, she has started acting like I don’t do anything. I know she was upset when she found out how much [coworker] has taught me that really should have been a part of my training. You can tell. Now she’s acting like [coworker] shouldn’t have shown me these things, how only the manager should be training me for this.  Well, she didn’t and I can’t just sit back knowing I’m doing everything half-assed. Every job I ever have, I get tossed in and have to figure things out on my own. If there is going to be training offered here, I’m taking what I can get. I am not satisfied with just getting things done. I need them done right. Also, I feel like she’s trying to discourage me from going for manager. There are multiple reasons she could be doing this, and I really hope it isn’t any of the negative ones. Hopefully she just doesn’t want me to leave the Zachary store. I actually cannot afford to stay as a sales associate at GNC. I have to do management. I’m sick of being broke.

Seth starts school next Friday. We are SO not ready for it, but we’ll just have to get ready. I don’t want him to go back and neither does he. Poor guy. I think he’ll like first grade better, anyway.

I had ridiculous amounts of fun last night. More fun than one should be allowed to have in one night. I’m actually going to die from having so much fun one day. No, really.