08/12/1994

4:17 pm

11:25 pm

Tomorrow will be my 3rd day at McDonald’s (last time I only lasted 3 days). It’s hard, and I hate it; but my "grit" has hardened this time. If I can’t work at McDonald’s, where can I work? It’s what K would call a "teeny-bopper" job. I didn’t even know it was really bothering me until I completely fell apart on K – I cried way down deep inside!

K & I permed my hair last night, and it really looks awful! It’s very dry, and it’s all sticking up, and when I wear that RETARDED god-damned visor w/my uniform–this is definately the incentive to GROW MY HAIR!

I started the new med today, so I hope to get some relief from this CHAOS! At least next week I only have to work 7 (or 7½ I have to recheck the schedule) hours, so I can still use that time to "aquaint" myself with the duties of the job. I hope I can master this, bcause it’s frustrating not being on top of things.

August 13, 1994

6:08 pm

Getting ready to leave for work. Yippee-Skippee. I’m gonna go in a little early so that I can order dinner first.

August 14, 1994

1:45 pm

Last night at work wasn’t all that bad. I’m getting better into the "swing of things". I guess once I get myself a "routine" I’ll be o.k. Cleaning the restaurant was a little tiring–I was scheduled to get out at 12:00, but it took us til 12:45 to finish cleaning–so I didn’t get home until 1:05.

*7 x 2 = 14 + 6 = 20 / 2 = 10*