It’s Tuesday. I have the day off. This seems weird.
I’d gotten so used to working 8-4:30, and now the remodeling at my store is done, so I have to close nights again.
I think Target hates me. I only have today and friday off this week, so I get to close Saturday, and that’s hella lame.
Yesterday I put in an application at Mutual of Omaha. I hope I get hired there. Working for an insurance company would definently guarantee some good benefits. And the sooner I get a better job, the sooner I can move the hell out of my parents’ house.
I want out bad. I need out bad. I’m going absolutely bug-fuck in this house.