Well, as was to be expected, I hate my pizza delivery job. I wouldn't hate it so much if I didn't have the super-slow during the day shifts. I got to work for a few hours at night on Tuesday, and it was busy and went by fast and I got good tips. But.
Today I made two deliveries. Two. In seven hours. I only made $8 in tips. That, combined with my $8/hour, is not enough to support my extravagant living-below-the-poverty-line lifestyle. Plus, I figured out that if I had no other expenses whatsoever, the amount of money I will make in one month is not enough to pay one single payment of my student loans - which start in December. Which reminds me - I need to make an appointment to ask the financial aid people what's going to happen to me when I don't pay.
So, F this. I hate being poor. I've learned all I possibly can learn from experiencing true poor-dom, and I'm over it. And yet, I get more and more poor everyday. Example: I worked Tuesday, then spent all the money I made (and then some) on Wednesday, buying black shorts and shoes for my uniform.
I'm scheduled 5 days a week, so I only have one day to go in and work at Coastkeeper, which sucks. My brain is going to disintegrate into pizza sauce.
Someone needs to devise a system where people are just given money based on their character. Then, I'd be a thousandaire, at least. I'd for sure be a hundredaire.
On the bright side, so all you optimists out there can get yours too: I'm scheduled to work Sunday nights, which SUPPOSEDLY makes a ton of tips once football starts. The GM actually does work (including cleaning and other annoying work), unlike all other GMs (and assistant managers) who just sit around like idiots. The other people I've worked with aren't bad or lazy.Today I made two deliveries. Two. In seven hours. I only made $8 in tips. That, combined with my $8/hour, is not enough to support my extravagant living-below-the-poverty-line lifestyle. Plus, I figured out that if I had no other expenses whatsoever, the amount of money I will make in one month is not enough to pay one single payment of my student loans - which start in December. Which reminds me - I need to make an appointment to ask the financial aid people what's going to happen to me when I don't pay.
So, F this. I hate being poor. I've learned all I possibly can learn from experiencing true poor-dom, and I'm over it. And yet, I get more and more poor everyday. Example: I worked Tuesday, then spent all the money I made (and then some) on Wednesday, buying black shorts and shoes for my uniform.
I'm scheduled 5 days a week, so I only have one day to go in and work at Coastkeeper, which sucks. My brain is going to disintegrate into pizza sauce.
Someone needs to devise a system where people are just given money based on their character. Then, I'd be a thousandaire, at least. I'd for sure be a hundredaire.
Everyone there keeps making jokes about how I went to law school. It was instantly old. Example: Don't say that, remember we've got a lawyer here! You went to law school, so this should be easy for you. Etc. Annoying. Don't remind me I went to law school and now I've been on the floor scrubbing the black grease off the baseboards for three hours. Just let me wallow.
Oh, what have I gotten myself into now!
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too bad you didn't become an accountant. there is this place here called "Quik Tax" and in the off season they tape a the letter "W" over the "T" and become "Quik Wax".
ReplyDeleteIt's job security all year long.