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City workers are on strike? They don’t want to pick up my garbage? Don’t wanna take my baby in? Because they can’t bank their sick days? Hey! Maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about… but..

Ooh dear, is this what I have to look forward to? Growing up is hard! I keep getting less things to do, but have become more stressed. Why? I have no idea why.

It’s as if people have become more demanding… over the same things. When I started working at the age of 17, people came to Wal-Mart wanting things. I had the pleasure of talking to them, showing them the “things” they wanted, rang them through and off they were — no fuss, no gus. Sometimes there were some problems with prices, broken things, yadda yadda yadda, but in general, it was sweet. Then I got older. I went from place to place working. Sometimes I sat at a computer desk, answering phones, transferring calls, making lunch plans for people who were “more stressed” than I was. Sometimes I waited tables (which could obviously be a disaster, but I thought it was amazing), worked at the mall selling clothes, trinkets, picture frames and candles and overall JUNK, made sandwiches and served coffee.. and then I landed this job.

Now this job that I’ve got is stressful to me! Everytime the phone rings, I pick it up knowing the other person on the line thinks I’m a huge liar! Where has all my teen-confidence gone? My nonchalante-ness? My… “I don’t give a SHIT ness?” — well my dears, it has vanished. I don’t know why. And this is why my next move is becoming a teacher.

I am going to be the best damned teacher there ever was - you can count on that. But I hope that I don’t get caught up in the whole rigamarole of complaining about what I get for the work that I do. I hope I just work hard and get what I deserve. Who knows, maybe I’ll deserve 2 months of summer off, all my vacations, PLUS 18 sick days a year (even if I’m not sick), so I can retire young and y’all bitches to pay for my life.

Or maybe I’ll move to the side of a lake and catch my own dinner every night. BABY, WE’RE HAVING OTTER TONIGHTTTT! ……….Yummy.

Why can’t we all just get along?