So why then am I disappointed?
Perhaps it has something to do with the paycheck? Entry level positions only get you $6.20 an hour. What a joke. That is what I was making when I left Burger King. And this is part time, so les than 25 hours a week. Which means only $500 a month.
My bills are $500 a month.
Bye bye luxuries. Bye bye shopping. Bye bye eating out. Bye bye the days of not having to worry about my finances.
Hello to the world of being a penniless college student.
Can I go back to being 6 yet?
I feel so ungrateful. I prayed that I would get this job, any job, and now that I have it, all I can do is complain? Somebody knock some sense into this head of mine. It's just... for me... scraping by will never do. I want to come out on top. I will not deal with failure. And right now, I feel like one. I don't know why, but I just do.
Sigh.
I'll get raises as time goes by. And as Mom and Dad told me, I'm not signing anything in blood. I don't have to stay there if I don't want to. I can move on if I find something better. But it's always hard for me to walk away from a job, no matter how much I might hate it. That's how I managed to stay working at Burger King for a year and a 1/2, and why I was at Menlo a year. I don't walk away from things. I don't abandon my duty.
I think too much.
Go to Sears on Tuesday. Fill out the paper. Get the job. Start working. Bring home the measly paycheck. Pay bills. Keep on looking for a better job. Graduate from college and get a better job.
Fulfill my dreams and touch the stars.
