The Last True Evil

Gawd, I hate life right now. I know I shouldn't say that because I do believe that your life is directly influenced by you, and if I feel like I hate life, then my life is in essence, going to hate me. But fuck, I hate life. I'm like, 80% sure I'm going to be fired. Yeahhh. Despite the fact that I worked my ass off all of last year, came over to this store when no one else could, dealt with shit from previous owners and no organization in this store whatsoever, worked my ass off all through Christmas, was told I'd get the manager position, or at least a raise... and did any of that happen? Nope. I feel so taken advantage of. I mean, at this point, I don't give a fuck. I stopped wanting to be manager a long time ago. I was ready to leave before any of this shit started happening. I'm just pissed because a) I worked my ass off and Kelly (DM) told me I would get a raise, and told me I'd be manager, and b) She fucking posts job ads without even mentioning it to me. I mean, I'm going to find out eventually. It's not the secret, it's the secret keeping, you know? And, I know for a fact we have a set amount of hours we can use in a week, and we are at that amount. We don't have any hours for an extra person. So if she's hiring a manager, that means she's going to fire someone. And there really isn't a need for a manager and an assistant manager here. So who gets the boot? Yeah. Fuck. I'm not even pissed about that, since I'm planning on leaving anyway.. it's just like, a slap in the face. Whatever. I guess this is an awakening that I should probably start making a career for myself. 

I'm determined to make this an awesome year, anyway. I mean, I'm getting a tattoo in 22 days. March 27th. Fuck. I'm so stoked on that you don't even know. And then May 2-16 I'll be in Scotland for my 21st birthday. That's going to be epic. And then, I'm planning on another tattoo in June. And then hopefully buying a car in the fall/winter. That's the plan. I just need to start saving my bones off.