when your mom says you don’t do shit at the house and yells at you for only sleeping while your at home..
i work a 12 hour shift at applebee’s everyday but mondays.
i work with pissy, bitchy people all day.
today i got yelled at until i cried and some bitch poured her beer on me.
i don’t work for the money. please! i get $3 an hour and i have to split 2% of every sale with the other hosts i work with. i work because i truly and honestly love my job.
i almost quit today.. thank god for the amazing people i work with.
thank you to the people who aren’t picky about where they sit.
thank you to the people who don’t yell at me because their table is “gross”. i just wiped it off its water. get over it. you’re made of 65% water. it’ll dry.
thank you to the people who understand that there will be a broom out occasionally to clean so the restaurant is nice.
thank you to the man who during a sunday afternoon rush quoted the bible and smiled after i had to sit them at a different table because the original table i was taking them to was dirty.
you are the reason i come to work.
welp.. stood up again. i’m so tired to this..
i just don’t want to wake up tomorrow.
today was awful.
For the past hour I’ve been bawling my eyes out thinking about the people in my life who I have loved. All my old friends and relationships. All the “always” pacts I’ve made gone to shit. I still think about them all the time. I often think about how many people remember me, or even miss me. I shortly realize none. And the most horrifying thought I could think of is you forgetting about me someday. Every moment we had together wasted away. I wish forever actually meant forever.