Productivity!
It’s 1:12am, and am I tired?
No, not at all.
In fact, I feel extremely productive! Today I worked 6.5 hours during the day, and another 2.5 hours or so at night, so it’s actually not too bad.
Tomorrow I plan on working a full 8 hours during the day because I’m carpooling with Morgan, and since her situation is an hourly one, I have to stay until she gets all of her hours in. I don’t really mind—I just hope I don’t go crazy…or pass out.
One of my friends is getting fired because she’s not doing her shit. I felt bad at first, but her absence actually created more work for me to do. I hate trying to be an “effective manager,” especially if it means complaining about my friend and consequently having her let go. But everyone else at work assured me that it was the only and right thing to do because my friend was clearly taking advantage of our friendship. I am not liking what I am becoming…I am totally not cut out for this management thing.
To be honest, this work thing is getting easier day by day. The only thing that pains me aside from coming close to micro-managing is working with the shitheads in the stores. I kind of want to take on more responsibilities, like learn how to open stores and run inventories. They’re opening a new one in the Santa Anita mall, and I want to be a part of that project. Co-manager believes I should go for it, but after asking what opening a store entails—I’m not so sure if I’m into all of that physical labor. Has anyone seen my guns lately? Yes, they’re pretty dismal.
You know what else is pretty dismal? My tan. I got to get that going before it hits winter in Los Angeles…whenever that may be.
I want to start writing more often. I wish I had an atelier or something that I could just retire to when I want to start rambling about chafing gels and all that jazz. That’s why I need a place with at least 3 bedrooms. I found a cheap one with 4 but it doesn’t have a view but it does have a ton of foliage which I’m not fond of at all thanks to my parents. And so my search continues.
I’m really jonesing for some nachos right now. Weird.
