you picked me.

weird. the song name sort of suits what i wanted to write about. cool. but weird.

so monday didn't go as well as i had planned. i had issues with my resume and getting it printed. so i didn't go and drop off resumes. instead i went home very VERY frustrated and disheartened.

on tuesday night, tyler and i went to bed around 9. i must have drifted off, because tyler says, 'i think your phone just lit up. did someone call you?' i checked it. didn't know the number. tyler says 'maybe its someone calling to give you a job. i said 'thats impossible.' listened to the message. it was the woman calling me again from sir winston's pub. i had really wanted that job. i didn't get it because of my saturday nights at the radio station. i called her back, really excited. she said that she had someone leave for medical reasons, and that left her with a spot open that didn't require me to work saturday nights. but i still get 3-5 shifts a week. i start on friday night.

i was so excited i couldn't sleep for like 2 hours, and was horribly tired all yesterday. but it was worth it. i got to quit, and it felt fantastic. i told my boss it was because i don't feel like i do a good job at all, and all i ever hear is that i'm not doing well enough and i need to do better no matter how hard i try. he defended himself with lame excuses about how he was just trying to avoid me settling in a rut where i felt like my performance was satisfactory and instead just be better. eff that. that is a terrible way to manage your staff. i just shrugged my shoulders and said 'well... that's how i felt. and its really frustrating.'

so that's that.

it should be fantastic.

i hope, anyway.