having a job is really a wonderful thing. the job itself isn’t so bad; not anybody’s dream job but it’s not impossible and you can at least get a paycheck out of it. i do come home with really sore feet and my bad back is beyond worse now. i had to pick up someone’s 8 hour shift this saturday—my day off—because she was in a bind and everyone else had said no. and it’s not like i’m in a position to really say ‘no thanks’ to extra money just for personal reasons. plan a for this weekend was spending it with isaac; i work friday 2-8 and sunday 4-8 so he planned to come here. but now that i work saturday 12-8 there’s no point. and my schedule is never the same, and i won’t even know about it until saturday. and i guess that all kind of really sucks. i have to have a paycheck but it’s depressing that it has to be this way.
i start a new job tomorrow at 8am