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I've worked a total on 5ish days at the pub now. This is what it looks like from my window, this is also a picture to show you how close it is to where I live:
See that white umbrella? That's in the beer garden of the pub.
So, anyway. I hate it. I think. Even on my trial day I couldn't figure out if I hated it or not. I'm on a 2 week probation thingy to see if I fit in, and I could quit. But I can't make my fucking mind up as to if I hate it, and if I do, WHY I hate it!
All I've really been doing is running around like their bitch picking up dirty glasses and sticking them in the dishwasher and putting them away, only for them to be dirtied up and for me to collect them again. Now, I know I've been doing this because they have me working busy shifts and don't have much time to train me, but how long will I have to do this for? I was hired to do bar work... And I've served like 5-7 people and it all went relatively smooth. (One guy ordered soda and grenadine, and I thought he said cider and grenadine, so I had to waste that, but no one noticed, so no harm, no foul!).
I'd love to quit, but is that because I just don't want a job at all? And the thing is, that I don't want to quit, solely because it'll prove my boss right, that I'm not cut-out for this after I had to talk him into hiring me to begin with!
BLURG! (I've been watching 30 Rock a lot, it's really good)
So. Do I quit and find a job where I don't feel wet or sticky the whole time, but maybe have to travel a bit to get to? Or do I push through this and learn to love the job I'm at? It's just for the summer, and it could just be because it's new and I've been doing shitty things and haven't made friends yet? My mom always says that I'm not happy until I've made friends.
On another note, The weather's been fan-fucking-tastic and I went shopping with Harriet today, and got some nice things: 3 for 2 t-shirts, a sparkly tank top that Gabriele actually likes, a button up lilac top that matches a floral skirt that I also got, and a purple cardigan. I also finally spent a £10 credit note to Urban Outfitters on some cool earrings. AND I think I'm looking slimmer after a week on my diet, so that's cool...
I need to pick up the exercise habit again - not for weight issues, but because I'm not perpetually depressed when I get a regular dose of exercise-induced endorphins. It's just that said depression makes me NOT want to go, so it's a vicious, vicious cycle. I also get very bleak late at night - can ya tell??
UGH GOD SOMEONE JUST POST THE NEW EPISODE OF GOSSIP GIRL ON THE INTERNET SO I CAN GO TO SLEEP.
Haha, this is the most ridiculous, whiny post ever. I'm leaving you now, with this video:
Love, Jamie
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