It’s all I can think about.
What is my fate? What am I supposed to DO?
No, really. What in fuck’s name am I going to DO.
I’ve pretty much accepted that I won’t find a full time job again. And I’ve pretty much come to terms that I’m destined to work menial jobs. And that I’ll be working well past when I should be able to retire.
I really tried to escape from retail. Now here I am, at it again and the irony? I actually really like this job and I hope the company keeps me on a permanent basis. The location means I don’t have to deal with the shits in a mall environment nor do I have to deal with the shits downtown.
And since I’m a reader and it’s a bookstore, well, duh, most of the customers are there because they are readers as well.
But it’s still retail.
I tried so fucking hard. I did everything that I was supposed to do. I thought outside of the box. I searched outside of the box.
I guess it wasn’t enough.