lethargic Music: Take My Hand (Remix) [featuring Cassadee Pope] - The Cab Reading: Olivia JoulesI was hoping they would call me into work today, but no joy. My irritation at not getting enough hours is beginning to weigh on me, especially when I see my paychecks. I don’t know what to do. I can’t ask for more because I’m not supposed to be working that much to begin with. And when I do go into work, it’s for these half days or whatever. And half the time I am scheduled, they send me home anyways!
I was hoping they would starting doing those 10-hr shifts for three days. My supe was dropping hints like that. You know what I could get done if I knew I only had to work for those hours? A LOT. 3 days on and 4 days off, a semi-set schedule? Sign me up! But this sitting on the edge of my seat, wishing and hoping and praying they’ll have hours to give me is so emotionally deflating. I’m tired of fighting. I really am.
One of my co-workers worked 6 days straight, but only for half days or six hour shifts. That sucks! It’s not worth the gas to be going back and forth like that. Those 2 hour shifts are a slap in the face too. D:
So after I called in and they said no, I rolled over and went back to bed. I put the “Royal Pains” marathon on USA to lull me to sleep, and didn’t get up again until noon. I thought I would try and get some homework done today but really, who wants to study when you wish you could be making money? *le sigh*
I’m burnt out! And I hate it!
I ran around town with my Ate and the girls so N could get her violin this afternoon though. My car was in the driveway so I had to be the chauffeur. N got orchestra as her elective this year (her first in middle school). Her enthusiasm for wanting to play is so draining. Honestly, when she gets excited, she won’t stop chattering and chittering. N is living proof that we are descended from monkeys, lmfao. Love her though. I bought a bitchin’ snare drum necklace at the first music store we stopped at.
They were tryin’ to jack us for a deposit at that store though. My Ate supposes it’s because her credit check didn’t go over so well. But we went to Bonnie’s Music Shop down the street from our house. The girls used to get their piano lessons there, so the guy who works there hooked us up. I don’t remember my mom putting down a deposit on any of our instruments but it has been awhile since elementary school, and this is a different town.
I am tempted to pull my flute out of storage, get it tuned, and start playing again. I miss playing music. I never really played for fun. I always had the specter of getting graded on playing well hanging over my head. I’d start playing piano again, but our piano is in our living room. It’s hard to play when people are coming and going, being loud all the time.
Plus if I were to start playing, I can imagine the scenario. If my dad was downstairs watching, he would probably mute the TV and gasp if I hit a wrong note. Then I’d get flustered and upset and either start over or close the piano and run away. He and my mom did that when me and my little brother actually did take piano lessons. That’s really annoying that you can’t even be creative without a parental unit looming over you, gasping in a judgmental, dismissive way and going, “Play it right!!” I wish I had continued with band in high school, but I found my love of theater instead those four years. 
We went to Target after, where I got a cute new purse. Much more roomy. IDK what to do with all the space though, lol. I also treated everyone to Baskin-Robbins after ’cause we were all hot. I was checking ForecastFox and I guess another heat wave is coming in this weekend. I hope I don’t get called in. I’ll stay cooped up in my room not doing anything. I can stand the heat because it simply doesn’t bother me. In fact, no place is ever warm enough for my thin blood. But when a heat wave rolls in, it’s awful. I am also infinitely glad I don’t work at the Despot anymore. Working in that heat would be brutal.
?: “Do you play an instrument?“
The less that can be said about me, the better.
Oi! I hope the work situation improves hun.
Me too girl, me too. :/