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Monday-
- Being told you can’t be friends with a person you thought was one of your closest friend.
- After that going to an interview with red eyes from crying.
- Going to an interview and seeing a girl come out before you that graduated from your same high school 3 years before you and received honors in everything and went to a UC school.
Tuesday-
- Bri’s last day :[
- Customers were complete bitches. I don’t cuss. But tonight, it’s necessary.
- Someone doing something stupid that’s getting on my nerves.
After I find out about this CUSD job, I’m going to put a resume on care.com. Forget this business. I’m not sure if I want to do this till July. Summer nanny? I think so.
Also, I’m so tired of being nice. I hate being walk all over.
will probably be my last month at my church. My mom thinks I should just quit now, but I feel bad bailing on the kids that month.
I just, don’t want to be there anymore.
Being a good friend sometimes.
Because there’s times people aren’t good friends back.
For my coworkers. I love them so much. I’m not going to lie. Two weeks ago, I was dreading summer. At least before I could be distracted with school, but when it came down to it, I really felt like a lot of my summer I was going to alone. Mostly all my friends are in relationships, which is totally cool, but that just kinda leaves me odd one out. Summer just won’t be the same. I began asking myself, “what am i going to do? i wont have people to hang with”.
Never fear.
My Cold Stone loves are here. <3
Some of the past few nights I have spent it with them.
Jordan, I flipping love Jordan. Who would I sing Selena with, or say quotes from Mary Kate & Ashley movies. Who understand a love for the 70s like no one else. Jordan. Gosh I love that girl.
Bri, my bay area love. She’s real. She’s slowly exposing me more and more to rap. I enjoy car ride with her. Nothing like a white girl thumping some hardcore rap. Loudly.
Bianca. Where has she been all my life. Who else would I sing names with and giggle about Windex. Gosh I love her.
Rachelle, love her. She’s so sweet, and I just want to have her in my pocket. She’s a little party girl, but I just love her.
Michael, freaking ay. Seriously, what is my life without some Zino in it?! I’m not going to like it at all. If I don’t get weekly doses of Michael in one way or another… it’s just not going to work out. What won’t work you ask? My life.
Okay thats just a few for now :)
Anyways. Tonight we went to Applebees and played some Bingo and had half off appetizers. It’s those moments I freaking love. Just us getting together… laughing. snorting. lol. i love those moments. but you know what. summer is just beginning for all of us, and I have a feeling this summer will be a memory filled summer with these people. <3
The final word came.
So, for the past month I really thought I’d get promoted. Manager. The closer to got the more I was excited for it. Then I began wondering.. do I really want it? Managing an ice cream store. I knew that whatever that was to happen was meant to happen. God has a plan. I saw it one of two ways.
1) Being manager.
Awesome pay. My own scheduling. Decorating cakes whenever. Being blamed for when things didn’t go right. Handling complaints. Holding me back from leaving.
2) Not being manager.
Probably getting stuck with doing a lot of stuff, and not being compensated for it. Losing hours because other people want to take them away. Being still equal with everyone else. Nothing holding me back from leaving the scoopin life.
Well. Confirmed this morning. I will NOT be manager. Talk about sigh of relief. As much as I don’t like what may happen in the future. Things will be okay. God had this planned. And ironically as today has been with me not getting it, I got one email from a preschool asking me to take the next step of their applicant process, and I received a call from an elementary school like 5 minutes away from me about their Instructional Aide position. :D Both those jobs will still allow me to work at the ice cream shop if necessary. Shoot. I still got bills. Plus, my still current boss hooked it up before he left. $10.00 an hour scooping ice cream. [[Don’t even get me started on my reasons I love Michael rant]] In the meantime, I still get to maybe get my foot in the door somewhere.
Fun fact. These are things on my mind as I still don’t quite fully understand how I’m supposed to prepare for my final tomorrow. I really need like a 40/100 to pass. :) We shall see. Oh points and college and finals and exams.
It was supposed to be Juliet or Tony. That’s all I’m going to say about that….
I’m still trying to deal with this.
