||[Jun. 1st, 2007|09:08 am]
|||||was depressed, now determined||]|
petco is giving me way more than part-time hours, right when I'm in the middle of a fucking summer class. A class that is very important to me, seeing as it's comics class. The final project is coming up (roughs are due monday) and we're making these specifically to submit to publishing companies. This class is really awesome because James is teaching us about getting work out there, and making it as a comic illustrator rather than just OH HAY GUYS WE JUST DRAW COMIX which isn't bad on it's own I just mean that it's awesomer than awesome. For the project I'm gonna do the breakdancer comic, since that's the one I keep thinking about lately.
Anyway, the problem with petco is that they aren't even trying to hire new people (I'm the only new person and people have already been leaving) and I screwed myself by saying I'd be available for a lot of hours, and i guess the manager took it that I could work all those hours. NO I MEANT SHE COULD PICK SOME REASONABLE TIMES IN THOSE TIME SLOTS GODDAMMIT, and now all the hours other people aren't working are getting dumped on me. I don't have time anymore to work on comic homework, and when I told James about this he said I shouldn't let a stupid little summer job like this ruin my chance at something really awesome like actually getting to do what I fucking want to do JESUS CHRIIIIIIST THIS MAKES ME SO ANGRY but it also is making me depressed, because I have no time to see Craig, and it's not like he lives just around the corner and can come over whenever he's gotta drive an hour to Westfield so we can spend some quality time together. That's just as important to me as the comic deal, because I really really like Craig. REALLY REALLY REALLY VERY MUCH. I feel like if I let this job bullshit trample all over me I'm gonna regret it for the rest of my life. BUT I'm really bad at confronting bosses and stuff, but I feel like deep down what I really want is to just quit and I don't really give a shit if I get yelled at and my parents take away my insurance (the job is to pay for insurance, thanks Tim for adding a fifth car to our driveway unnecessarily >:T ). I don't hate the job, well, half the time I hate it half the time I like it, but THIS GETTING SCREWED OVER THING IS JUST GDSGSDGHH FUCK YOU PETCO. LIANA IS TAKING CHARGE OF HER LIFE
Anyway I'm about to call Donna the grooming manager to talk about this soon.
Oh yeah on a happy note I saw Rebecca for the first time in a month, and we talked about money bullshit, and we agree that it is just that: bullshit.
Rebecca: god thinking about money just makes me hate life
me: Screw money! Let's just be bums or hippies or something.
Rebecca: YEAH SCREW MONEY
later I told Craig about this
me: living in cardboard boxes sounds pretty appealing to me
Craig: actually I'm thinking of living in the forest
me: woah yeah that's actually way better
YES SCREW MONEY AND JOBS LET"S JUST BE FOREST PEOPLE
I could draw comics about forest life on tree bark and I can trade them for stuff
EDIT: okay so I called Donna and we're gonna talk about this schedule shit tomorrow morning since we'll be in together at work. I told her about the serious exploding of my head from trying to do homework and 8 hours of work every day, and she sounded understanding, at least acknowledging that summer classes cram everying the fuck into 6 or 7 weeks, and I'm feeling a bit more hopeful about the situation