February 21, 2004
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16th out of 39. Is that bad? 4 3 4? Grr. I fuckin hate judges. All they do is write positive shit, so how the fuck am I supposed to know what I’m doing wrong? I just don’t understand.
I quit my job tonight. I told my boss that I was quitting, clocked out, and walked out. It felt so great, after I got over the “OMFG I just quit” part of it. Dorothy backed me up, which is the only one I told. I didn’t even tell Brittney. I mean wtf. I tell him for months not to schedule me for Sat., so what does he do when speech season starts up? Schedules me for Sat., and no fuckin shit I can’t do anything when I wake up at 5 in the morning, have to wear 4 inch heels all day, then go home right away, change for work, and work as soon as I get off the damn bus. Fuck that shit.
I’m ready to quit on life.
Comments (3)
4-inch heels? Were they stiletto heels? It’s not just the height of the heel that makes the heel. Those platform heels? Clodhoppers. Clumsy, oafish things. But a stiletto heel …. Elegant. Graceful. Four inches. All day? That’s worth a few extra points on the judging.
Don’t quit on life. Just wear those heels some more.
Heels have this weird effect on me. My wife wears stiletto heels, and I start to drool. It’s like that dog in that Russian guy’s experiment.
Good for you for quitting. That takes guts I think. I bad at anything like that. Now you won’t be so tired after the speech meets. You did do good on saturday. It was just such a big meet. I think we both would have placed if it wasn’t so big.
hey, this is bethanneme, and i just want to say hi, and that i’m having fun so far, and i start school on tuesday.. congrats on speech…16th is good!!!!
talk to you soon