Memoirs of a Lunatic

So very tired

August 1, 2008 on 4:05 am | In Asylum |

Work near enough killed me tonight. It was only a 5hr shift but it was so damned busy, and we were dramatically understaffed because it just wasn’t expected. The upstairs bar had one person on the bar, who was a new guy, and me clearing the floor and waiting tables -_-

I’m so sick of that job, its wearing me down hugely. I’m nocturnal, which i hate, i have no fucking money, and it feels like i don’t have a life.
Its not even like i can be happy in the slightest at work… its the little things really, like never showing any gratitude towards the staff. Every pub i’ve worked in gives staff a free drink at the end of the night, with a thank you and well done. This place, ha. If we take a ludicrous amount of money through the till then we get a free drink… so it doesn’t happen often, and its rare that we get thanked.

A free drink isnt the issue there obviously… its the principle of it. The place treats staff as disposable… i’ve been there about 3 months or so and already i’m amongst the ‘veteran’ staff members… thats absurd O_o I should still be known as newbie by all rights.

The old bank account is running very dry at the moment. I’m waiting on another job offer, but its taking longer than i thought. So even if i started the new job tomorrow i still wouldn’t get any money in time… not actually sure how i’ll be paying the rent or keeping the car on the road this month ¬_¬ Its not like i have anywhere i can borrow that money from till the next loan comes through. Might have to ask the estate agent if we can pay next month instead… which is plainly embarrassing.

I’m feeling pretty jealous of others right now. My mates at uni… actually most of the people at uni, seem to have it easier. They complain about not having much money, but then they say that their parents pay for their rent and they only need to buy food… they piss most of their loan up the wall then moan when they run out. I barely ever go out, i wouldn’t call my spending anywhere near extravagant and yet i still find myself piss poor broke.
Jealous of my cousin too. I love the guy, but he doesn’t realize how good hes got it. His dad is a millionaire in property… the other day he says “oh, i put some land in your name, its worth $100k” and my cousin barely bats an eyelid… shit, i’d be jumping over the moon if someone said that to me!

eh… fuck it.