To be my own boss…
Well my last entry was disgustingly emo to say the least. But I’m just sick of being fired for bullshit reasons. I mean, if you can’t afford to keep me on staff, why hire me in the first place? Like seriously, I worked at the Ice Cream Shop a week and I was already being told that I should be as quick and knowledgable as the other girls on staff. That smells of bullshit to me. I mean I couldn’t possibly memorize all the different shakes and smoothies and sundeas and general crap that we sold there after working there a few days.
I just thought…. I thought that maybe things might be working out for me this time around. But nah, I must’ve gotten some bad karma in my past lives, or maybe this is my punishment for not wanting to work for some lame ice cream shop in the first place… Oh well, I guess this means I got to go back to doing diddly squat with my days… and having people bitch at me for not having a job.
But I was thinking, since next tuesday is my birthday, perhaps people will be less inclined to make me feel bad about myself? Surely I can at least have one week of peace.
On another note, I think I should open up a poutine restaurant. It would be the Canadian thing to do. I could show those Americans how much tastier our food is than theirs (that’s right – I went there). I could sell beaver tails (This is basically a donut, NOT an actual beavers tail) and pancakes with maple surup, and of course – BEER! but mostly poutine, because it’s yummy and I know how to make a healthier version of it that’s relatively low in cholestoral and fat (Although I reckon its still got about 400 calories in it, so lets not get ahead of ourselves). Plus my healthy poutine uses vegetarian gravy, so I could reach a larger market of people…
OK, so I only need about 500 000$ to open a restaurant – anyone want to give me a loan??
It would just be nice to be able to be my own boss. To not be a the whims of someone elses bad day. Alas, I’ve dreamed of this many times before, but I dont think I’m entrepreneur material. And I do really want to become a social worker… It’s just that I hate working for ass holes. I don’t want to be someone’s b*tch for the rest of my life.
Things would be easy if I could just win the lottery
More people should know the glory of poutine! I miss it so much!! I lived in Quebec for a while. You can’t make it properly here in the UK, you can’t get the right cheese or the gravy consistency. Sucks about the job. It does seems a bit fishy to get so down on you after just a week. Hang in there!
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