I need sleep

Today’s time to write is brought to you by changing the schedule to close so I could sleep in but still woke up at 6. Then spending two hours trying to go back to sleep. It’s very peaceful this morning. My neighbors kids are still asleep, so no wall banging.

I moved out of my country house and back into town. Into the worst apartment ever. The worst landlords. I miss the country house, not the drive though.

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Finally a ramble

It’s been a while. Always more promises of writing. Never actually finding the time.

The time I’m finding at this moment is walking to unlock  the door for work. Turning off an alarm that likes to be difficult Off.

Reading all the tacky notes this old  man leaves who hates me because he is in his 60s and I’m 27. I’m his boss, for the second time. He does everything he can to make it look like I’m failing. I’m doing his paper work for last night. It has to be done before the morning can start. Yet I’m the bad manager.

Every moment at this place is hell. My air conditioner doesn’t even work.

Let’s turn on the fryers. My cook will be mad if their job isn’t done.

Not to mention my life still revolves around “T”

Who wants me. But doesn’t.

I stay around.

My job sucks.

My home life sucks.

I’ve felt like crying all day for the past few days.

I don’t though. I can’t, there isn’t any time for it at the moment. So I hold it in, I smile, and I work hard helping my team. Being a great boss who is equally hated and liked. 

I never thought I’d be this adult. I guess I always believed I’d be more by now. I have to be more then this. I can not spend the rest of my life as the general manager of a food place. I mean there isn’t anything wrong with this profession. It’s just not meant for me.