Death
I had this weird dream last night, that both of my bosses died, and I had to build shrines for them. wtf. I guess all of this talk about death, I dunno.
Of course I woke up at 4am with that, acid reflux shit. I hate that, it burns for a long time. blah
He got me to thinkin last night, about work, and about myself. He doesn’t think it’s fair that I work so much, and make so little. There are only two employees where I work, and the other one only works two days a week. Now that her father passed away, that means I’m the only person working. I have to work every day. No sick leave, no car breaking down. I -have- to be there. I get paid less than minimum wage. My paycheck every week? About $130. For 30 hours of work.
The only thing is, I enjoy the work, it’s something I -know-. People can come in and ask guidance on witchcraft or stones, and I can actually answer because it’s something I know. I feel intelligent, which is hard for me because sometimes I’m so damn dense.
I’d like to own my own store like that one day. But working there really isn’t doing that much for me. I’m just afraid I don’t have skills to work anywhere else. It’s a rather scary feeling.
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3 Responses to “Death”
May 10th, 2002 at 12:08 pm
don’t doubt yourself, crys. from what i’ve seen, you’re amazing.
::hug::
May 10th, 2002 at 3:19 pm
I haven’t really gotten to know you that well yet, Crys … but from what I’ve learned thusfar, you’re one of the most incredible people I’ve had the oppurtunity to meet. I think you’ll excel at whatever you do. I have faith in you!
July 16th, 2004 at 6:57 pm
Google linked me to this page, nice reading