I have come to the end the road for one of my jobs, I have gotten to the point that I can't stand going to work, management disturbs me, and every little thing bugs me. I know that there is like one good point of staying there is medical but they just don't pay me enough to care anymore. For one thing when I came off of night stock they were only supposed to take fifty cents off, but then they took an extra twenty five cents. I know that to some people that is nothing but when you don't get paid much to begin with that is a lot.
One of the few reasons that I have stayed there this long is because there are some pretty cool coworkers, but the other day we were having a conversation on why we are still at this grocery store and a lot of people say that is cause of the co-workers. When asked if they were offered better pay somewhere else if they would leave they said no cause they would miss everyone. Then when I answered people thought that I was heartless, I told them yeah I would miss them but if given the opportunity I would leave for better pay, one they don't pay my bills and two they don't put the food on my table. A lot of people that I work with don't get that. One they have the luxury to live at home with there parents who relatively pay for every thing.
They tell me how I don't understand what its like and how hard their life is with all the bills they pay, when I ask them what kind of bills and how much I usually get the same response. . . their cell phone, gas for their car and then maybe a utility bill. I think that living on my own with my boyfriend has made me semi bitter to those that are supposedly "struggling", cause the first thing out of my mouth is at least you have a car you can drive I cant afford a car cause I don't make enough to cover payments. Then I get into an extremely drawn out argument cause I don't understand. I don't understand? HOW THE FUCK CAN'T I UNDERSTAND! I live with my boyfriend in a apartment where we have to pay fucken $1100 for rent, then we have to pay utilities, phone, fucken groceries. . . the list never fucken ends. How can't I understand that living at home with parents is fucken hard! Man I wished I lived at home with parents that paid for fucken everything! I trade those bitches one month of my life so I can understand how fucken hard is it to pay for practically nothing.
Totally not what I started to write about but I guess I needed to get that off of my chest. I have been haterizing against a lot of people I can't tell them what I actually think cause then no one would talk to me, not like work is for socializing anyway. Maybe next time I will write about the intended subject.