Why did I think that would be fun?
Levi and I were bored today so we decided to sit down and assemble, what had to have been, the hardest puzzle ever made. It was Mario themed, and had a lot of pieces that were solid colors. For a good hour we were hunting for blue pieces of all the same shade, thinking we had found them, getting excited, and then having our dreams smashed when it turns out it wasn’t even close to the right shape or size.
I guess it doesn’t help that I am not very good at that type of thing anyway. When it comes to shapes, and what fits where, I have always been very tactile. I need to try every piece, I can’t just look at a piece and know that it fits. It works fine for most things, but apparently not for puzzles.
Today was an OK day.
It seems that every time I go to work, I can’t make myself like being there. I used to be able to, but not so much anymore. It feels like every little thing gets to me while I am there. When I am at work, all I want to do is leave. When I am off, I can’t seem to get out of there fast enough – the worst part is when they keep me 10 or 15 minutes late..which seems to be every day.
I should probably get over myself. I try to tell myself that it is just a job, and that it provides me with money but at the same time it isn’t nearly as much money as I think it should be.
The worst part, is when my supervisor asked me if I lived by myself. It’s like she thought it was possible for someone to live by themselves on $9.20/hr and not be working 3 jobs. I didn’t say it, but I was thinking it..
I am fortunate to have a fiancé who is willing to work so much, because I don’t think I could maintain my sanity if I had to work full time in my restaurant. I would implode.
One of the few things that keeps me going is that I like my coworkers. My job might be miserable, but my coworkers are mostly likable. There are some days where I just don’t want to get out of bed.