My crappy job.

I work part time in the evenings at a Domino's Pizza. Overall, I hate the job. The job itself is Hell on a car, the manager is a bipolar/ junkie with serious personal issues. Last night was my turn in the barrel, so to speak, and I almost quit. I don't like being yelled at, being called a liar, or threatened. I was ready to walk and by the time I came back and decided to leave and she had changed her tone. I was still steaming mad.

I learned early on to very careful what I say and do, because once it's out there you can't take it back. She makes a regular habit of making a complete ass of herself and I'm not too sure that if this Domino's thing ever ends for her she may have a fall that she will never recover from. She's not a decent person or a good manager.

That was a week ago.

She's still an ass, but now school is over. I'm sitting in an empty classroom. This is a very pleasant place to be when there's no kids around.
I have three days to clean up and head out. During this time, I must get my plans for ISS done for next year. I wish this job paid more, but I'm so happy here. I feel like I belong for the first time in a very long time.

The past three days have been pure Hell outside of school. My folks had me help them set posts for a fence, I had to work, I've had little sleep, and I have yet to do anything more to my house. I have new furniture and can't stay at home long enough to enjoy it. I just finished Robyn's brakes, they were in awful shape, but they got finished. Almost every muscle in my body aches, and I have not benefitted at all for this pain. I have got to get into shape.

It's a true shame when you don't feel like you belong in your personal life and you feel like you belong in your professional life. I come to work for my escape. This classroom is my retreat. This where I'm important. This is where I belong. And now, no school for 3 months.........