mid-Night Wal-Mart run.

I hate it when I write an entry that’s so full of emotion and it just sits there unhidden for days on end. But usually after I write something like that I’m left without anything to say for awhile. *laugh*

I am really getting sick of Xando’s. It’s like, I really do like working there, but it’s getting to the point where it’s not even worth it. First of all, any time they schedule me, I can’t make any other plans. This usually involves not being able to go out to dinner with my friends on Saturday nights, because even though I don’t work until 8, we’re usually not back from dinner by then. So needless to say it really fucking pisses me off when I go in to work at 8 and I’m told go home, we don’t need you. Yes, they did it to me again. Friday and Saturday. Hell, they could even have done it to me last night, but I think my boss felt bad from the way I kind of went off on him on Saturday night. I still was sent home an hour early, but at least I made some money.

But seriously… It’s not like I have a job for my health, or even for fun. I have a job because I need money. Plain and simple. If you don’t need me, I can quit and go work someplace where they will. I mean, it’s pretty fucking sad when I have three jobs and even with them all combined I’m barely working half-time. (20 hrs.) And even worse, I don’t get told I’m not working until after I come in. It’s like, they assume that since I’m right upstairs, it’s no big deal to come down and go back up again. The fact of the matter is, I’m usually rushing around about 10-20 minutes before I have to go in to work to get changed, fix my hair, and maybe grab something to eat. On Saturday night I was baking a pumpkin pie just before I went to work, that probably could’ve used an extra five to ten minutes in the oven, but I couldn’t very well leave it in the oven while I went to work. And by the time I got back, the oven had already started to cool and so had the pie. If they’d given me a call even 15 minutes before my scheduled shift, I could’ve taken my time and made sure the pie turned out perfectly.

It still turned out alright though. I meant to take a pic before I started to eat it, but forgot.

I think the recipe I’ve been using calls for too much cinnamon though, so I think I’ll cut back on that next time. I also made a batch of bourbon balls (substituting rum instead of bourbon). I haven’t gotten to taste them yet though because the recipe says they need to set for three days before you can eat them. I was in a major cooking mood on saturday. Doing domestic things makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Especially the act of stirring something on the stove is so relaxing.

I found out earlier this week that I’m not the only one here at hopkins for whom going to school is something barely more than passing the time. Another girl on my cheerleading squad shares my ambition to be a housewife/stay at home mom. And one of my friends has 60 acres of farmland to his name already, and really just wants to be a farmer. So what are we doing here? Why do we put ourselves through this torture? Honestly, what good will having a degree do us if we never intend to use it?

We didn’t have any classes today because of Fall Break Day. As a result, my friends wanted to do something last night when I got off work, but we didn’t know what. Dave and I both lamented that we never had this problem with our “home friends” and started listing what sorts of things we did with our friends from high school. After a couple minutes we both realized that we played games. Board games, card games, just games. But we didn’t have any games. So we needed to go somewhere to get games. This led to a hunt for the only 24 hour Wal-Mart in a 50 mile radius, which we proceeded to then drive to, pick out games, purchase, and drive back. On the way home, Dave got pulled over for making a U-turn without signalling *laugh* It was a little nerve-wracking for me though–I’ve never ever personally been pulled over, and the last time I was in a car with anyone else who had been pulled over was nearly 10 years ago. By the time we got back, it was after 3am, and I personally was too tired to play any games, and I crashed.