hollybrooke | (no subject)

I've come to a conclusion. I think I'm going to put in my two week's notice at Spencer's. Come on, four or five hours a week is not worth working for. That's just enough to put gas in my gas tank, and that doesn't even last a week. Plus, after three and a half years of my service, it is plainly obvious that I'm not going to be receiving any sort of advancement, so why should I expect it? What's the point in slaving away over something when I have no motivation? So yeah, my time at the mall is up. I'm not saving any money with that piddly-ass job. I know I'm being paid just a notch over minimum wage at Blockbuster, but at least I'm earning up to thirty hours a week there, and it's only fifteen minutes away.

Let's see...laundry needs to get done today, as does the bathroom.

It's still morning. I can't think of much else to report, except...oh! "Top o' the mornin' to ye!" and "Slanté!"

(I'm not Irish. I have zero Irish in me. I'm all German or Russian or English.)