I'm trying to stay positive, trying to keep an open-mind, trying to remember that I'm actually lucky to have this job, but I swear, as each day goes pay and I find myself following the same redundant pattern on my feet for nine hours a day, I'm hating it more and more.
When I first got the job, and I was still training, everyone was super duper nice to me, incredibly patient, always talking to me. Now, it's a constant inner struggle to get the courage to go up to them and talk, half the time, I have nothing to say, the other half of the time, I wonder if they're just asking themselves why I'm standing near them. I'm too shy for this.
There's one girl I work with, she's really nice, she talks to me all the time when I'm near her. It's a strange feeling because it's been a hella long time since I've even had a friend other than Derek and his friends, who only converse with me to be courteous to him, me thinks. Or maybe that's just it, maybe I'm just too paranoid about people. I've been hurt so many times, so many I can't count, but if you gave me a pen and a piece of paper, and four hours, I could probably list every single person and everything they did. I'm that crazy.
All the friend's I had in highschool, all the people that in the end screwed me over, or assisted their friends in screwing me over...yeah, they all have babies. Half are married, half are engaged, keep in mind, these people are 18-20 years old.
Anyways, a few pictures again...I can't wait for the day when it's actually warm enough for me to wander around outside...
Yeah, we Bought a Wii. Kudos, Nintendo, for your awesome system.
We played the Wii Sports to try and get used to the controllers.
He kept blinding me with the flash while I was trying to figure out the sensor stand.
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