I'm writing a journal just because I feel like it, even though I can't think of anything to say.
My grandpa recently moved-in with us. He's become a bit too decrepit to take care of himself any more. He's in denial of it, though.
He's a revered astronomer. There's a man of science in the house!
I had to give my room to him, so I have to move back into my old room. I painted it red years ago before I became an EarthBound weeaboo, and now I call it the "Giygas Room".
Needless to say, I avoid going in there like the plague.
I think I will repaint it either purple or pink and blue and call it the "Magicant Room".
I don't really want to paint it pink and blue only because I'm in my 20's and my family would be like, "Isn't that a bit childish?"
Man, just let me be happy!
I have to focus on finishing my final projects for school. I absolutely have to finish this one piece tomorrow, but I still have quite a bit left to do on it. It's a collage piece, I will be using pretty scrapbook papers to create forms. It's very unlike my usual work, but that is sort of the point.
I had to request time off work to focus on school.
One of the main reasons I quit my previous job is because of the hours. They refused to allow me to work less, so I was constantly working and had absolutely no time for anything. Once I quit after only two months, I realized I nearly forgot who I was and how I liked to spend my time. Honestly, it might not have been so bad if it weren't for the hours. Well, also my coworkers. I complained about this before: why on Earth were they so unpleasant? Everyone is so much more amiable at my new job. I think it's because we worked the opening of the store, so none of us had any more experience than another. We are on the same level.
It pisses me off when someone is doing a job that I know I'd be better at doing. Not to say I want to do it, but it's a pet peeve of mine when someone does something wrong in the workplace. For example, people really need to learn the difference between a chocolate frosted doughnut and a chocolate glazed doughnut. A few of my coworkers were screwing up the names earlier. The thing that's so bad about that is that the guests might learn the names wrong and if they try to order the same thing through the drive-through, they might get the wrong doughnut.
I wouldn't care about something like this back when I worked at "McBubbleButts" as I like to call it. But, I actually care about the image of the franchise I work for now, and I don't want any careless coworkers screwing it up. It's also a huge pet peeve of mine when a cashier doesn't smile. I don't care if your smile is as fake as your mother's boobs, I want to see you smile and look right in the eyes of the guest. There's nothing that makes me feel more disappointed about my experience at a restaurant than when the cashier doesn't smile. They could give me the wrong order for all I care, that bitch behind the counter better be smiling and looking me in the damn eyes.
And, don't tell me that they can't. When I worked at McBubbleButts, I was so depressed that I frequently sobbed and was certain I'd commit suicide as soon as I got home (of course, my hours were so long that by the time I finally got to go home, I got over it). I vividly remember frantically wiping away tears that I couldn't hold back as I took a guest's order. And, you know what? I still smiled. Eventually I had to force myself not to smile for an order or two because my face began to hurt and I know that I'm not like most people; most people don't care if the cashier isn't smiling. So, I let it slip that one time due to the intense amount of pain in my face. You know what really pissed me off? My shift leader didn't smile for the guest. My damn shift leader, the obnoxious wench that's supposed to be setting the perfect example of what all the crew members are supposed to strive to be. Gods, I really hated her. And, as a woman, I have the ability to hold grudges perpetually. I sincerely hope she loses all of her shoes and has to wear crocs.
Some butt coworker of mine told me he doesn't like EarthBound.
I chuckled and shrugged it off, but I was screaming internally. I'm not gonna harass someone for not liking my fandom, but that doesn't mean it doesn't make me sad.
... That coworker is a pretty cute guy, though.