Currently I am in a severe state of financial crisis. In a phrase - I'm broke. Most of the time I wish that I could just win a lot of money and pay off all of my bills. Then I remind myself that I take handouts from no one and that I will perservere. As you all learned in my previous blog, I am headed for a career of wonderful French-ness. In fact, the parameters of this very blog that I am writing are en francais.
Now, to address another issue at hand: the current job. I hate it. I'll tell you why I hate it. First of all, I don't feel that anyone there truly enjoys their job, and that frustrates me. As someone who very much needs money, I don't understand where exactly they think the griping will take them. If you hate it so much, then leave, and if you can't afford to leave then stop the griping. But I digress. I just feel like there's not a lot of energy there. I need energy. Also, I'm pretty sure that some considerably important people don't like me. That would be fine if they didn't feel the need to treat me as though I were invisible. I'm not invisible. In fact, as Scott Grandt so poignantly pointed out in the seventh grade, I'm pretty hard to miss. So why the dismissal of the new girl? My guess: They're haters. Hah. Ok no, but seriously... the car business blows major balls.
Je n'aime pas les travails automobiliennes. (Yeah, I made it up). Onwards to the weekend and a job hunt for a second job, perhaps a weekend one or a night job.
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