81 days left of high school.
81 days left of being surrounded by the same people I've been with since kindergarden.
81 days left until my life changes - for the better.
When applying to colleges, I was freaked out. I thought, I'm never going to see my friends again, my family, sleep in my own bed and just my every day routine.
NOW
I can't wait to get out. I don't want to leave my family because I know I will definately miss them. It's just everyone else. The people who say we'll stay close, even though you both know you won't. The people you wish were sick every day during the school year. Basically, I'm tired of everyone.
The petty drama, the different cliques, the people that you're friends with one day and not the next. I'm tired of it.
This is why I'm looking forward to college. To start fresh. Meet new people. Begin my future.
My family that has always been there for me - I'll cry over them.
The two friends that I trust my life will -I'll cry over them.
My boyfriend - I'll cry over him.
But to everyone else - I doubt it. What's the point...most of you have already moved on. And now I have too.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Conclusions about Humans
Humans are so simple minded it's ridiculous. Like honestly, it amazes me that we know how to breathe properly.
At the A&P for the lovely four hours I'm there during week days I get to greet different faces approximately every seven minutes of so - and it's a new story for every single one of them.
First off, about 3/4th of the customers can't read. If you were to see a button with the sign "CREDIT" right next to it, would you think it was for credit? Well apparently us cashiers aren't specific enough; for it takes on average, two to three attempts for our customers to finish their payments properly.
Secondly, do customers understand ratios? If you want all your items to be placed into one bag and then have that bag doubled again wouldn't it just make sense to split up your items into just two bags? Don't hurt yourself there buddy.
Next, when a cashier has their light off with no bags on the register and is cleaning it down with no one else around, do you think we are open for you to check out? Ponder on that one as I get my stuff and leave.
And my favorite - price checks. It's as if customers think we are demons that run around the store and mix up the prices and coupons just to screw with their heads - ugh our secrets out. So about once a week I get the lovely customer that has these obscure idea in their head, and the second the item says $4.99 instead of $3.99 all hell breaks loose and I get screamed at for something I can not control. I am simply a cashier - I scan your chips and bananas; I am not God of the A&P.
Welcome to my lovely job.
At the A&P for the lovely four hours I'm there during week days I get to greet different faces approximately every seven minutes of so - and it's a new story for every single one of them.
First off, about 3/4th of the customers can't read. If you were to see a button with the sign "CREDIT" right next to it, would you think it was for credit? Well apparently us cashiers aren't specific enough; for it takes on average, two to three attempts for our customers to finish their payments properly.
Secondly, do customers understand ratios? If you want all your items to be placed into one bag and then have that bag doubled again wouldn't it just make sense to split up your items into just two bags? Don't hurt yourself there buddy.
Next, when a cashier has their light off with no bags on the register and is cleaning it down with no one else around, do you think we are open for you to check out? Ponder on that one as I get my stuff and leave.
And my favorite - price checks. It's as if customers think we are demons that run around the store and mix up the prices and coupons just to screw with their heads - ugh our secrets out. So about once a week I get the lovely customer that has these obscure idea in their head, and the second the item says $4.99 instead of $3.99 all hell breaks loose and I get screamed at for something I can not control. I am simply a cashier - I scan your chips and bananas; I am not God of the A&P.
Welcome to my lovely job.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Are You Deaf Too?
I can't feel anything anymore.
Then again, no one can hear me anymore.
In this place I call my home, they've stopped listening to me. I feel as if I'm screaming at the top of my lungs and everyone just walks by with a slight glace. Not a hesitant thought in their mind. Nothing.
I'm tired. I'm tired of trying to fight back. Tired of trying to win my case with no hope in the end. The stupid petty arguments that tumble into thoughts and emotions that have been building up that I can no longer contain.
No one hears me.
I don't want it to be like this. This isn't how it was supposed to play out. I guess aiming for perfection was a bit out of reach. Who do I go to in this house, when no one hears my cries, feels my pains?
It hasn't always been like this, just recently, but this sudden change has taken my head for a whirl and I'm just taken back, frozen in my emotions.
Today at work I had an old Italian man on my register. He wasn't a daily customer, I had never seen his face before. But I'm guessing he saw the sadness in my eyes, for he asked what was wrong. It was unprofessional of me to respond truthfully so I merely said nothing and began to bag his groceries. But instead of saying the same old, "I'm sorry" he told me a joke. It was quite pathetic actually, but it made me laugh. He heard me. He heard me in a way hardly anyone has. That little Italian man made my entire night.
I don't know what I want. This isn't usually like me to feel this way, to be in this type of atmosphere; and in about three days I'll feel better, back to normal. It's just right here, right now I'm hurt.
And more than anything, I want to be heard.
Then again, no one can hear me anymore.
In this place I call my home, they've stopped listening to me. I feel as if I'm screaming at the top of my lungs and everyone just walks by with a slight glace. Not a hesitant thought in their mind. Nothing.
I'm tired. I'm tired of trying to fight back. Tired of trying to win my case with no hope in the end. The stupid petty arguments that tumble into thoughts and emotions that have been building up that I can no longer contain.
No one hears me.
I don't want it to be like this. This isn't how it was supposed to play out. I guess aiming for perfection was a bit out of reach. Who do I go to in this house, when no one hears my cries, feels my pains?
It hasn't always been like this, just recently, but this sudden change has taken my head for a whirl and I'm just taken back, frozen in my emotions.
Today at work I had an old Italian man on my register. He wasn't a daily customer, I had never seen his face before. But I'm guessing he saw the sadness in my eyes, for he asked what was wrong. It was unprofessional of me to respond truthfully so I merely said nothing and began to bag his groceries. But instead of saying the same old, "I'm sorry" he told me a joke. It was quite pathetic actually, but it made me laugh. He heard me. He heard me in a way hardly anyone has. That little Italian man made my entire night.
I don't know what I want. This isn't usually like me to feel this way, to be in this type of atmosphere; and in about three days I'll feel better, back to normal. It's just right here, right now I'm hurt.
And more than anything, I want to be heard.
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