SIX parking tickets. & why work sucks.

Yep, you heard straight, SIX parking tickets.  Haven’t even touched them; need to make money so maybe I can pay those bad boys off.  SHIT!  WTF am I going to do!  Ugh.

Why work sucks…

I work for an MLB team in the Retail department.  I actually do a really good job; I work pretty hard and am GREAT with customers.  HOWEVER…this afternoon was caught with my phone.  WTF!  As my boss was coming through to take our drops.  My boss doesn’t like me, I can already tell.  Ha.  She did like me, but I don’t think she does anymore.  Anyway, she said some comment about the phone thing, I just got kind of awkward-ish.  Didn’t really know what to say.  Oh well.

The funny thing is, as much as I would LOVE to work for the MLB team, finding that the business world isn’t for me, so I’m not heartbroken that my boss doesn’t like me or that I probably won’t move up in that company.  Life goes on and I will continue to be a die hard Mariners fan.

Part of why my boss may not like me?  I don’t kiss ass.  Never have, never will.  I think it’s why a lot of my bosses haven’t liked me.  Fuck you if you think you’re better than me for being higher up.  I ain’t gonna talk to you ANY different, nor am I going to be fake around you.  Sorry.

I NEED to… HAVE  to… get on a healthy eating schedule.  Seriously.  I am going to explode if I don’t.  I also need to get just on some type of schedule, waking up in the morning, actually eating breakfast, working out… but that’s SO hard for me with my disability.  

UGH!  I’m working on it!

Part of me is debating on whether to just get something full-time and kick the MLB job.  As much as I love it, I really need the money.  BAD.  Bad.  I have got to start saving for LIFE!  I’m 24 in a week and am BROKE, still being supported by Mom and Dad!  WTF right!

All I really wanted to say tonight.

Much love,

-Elle.