Since Laura is on vacation, Tara is finding it a good fucking idea to clean out the store. She fired Oggy and is going to fire the only amazing grill person. This worries me because what if they fire me for not having my shoes? Or for looking at them funny?! I mean, it's getting fucking rediculous. I've been perfect. Perfect. I'm going to be pissed if I lose my job for something fucking stupid. I may also sue. Scott gave me a suggestion and I would win. I don't remember what he called it, but why the fuck not?! I wouldn't mind 5 to 10 grand. I'd be outta dept or close to it! That would just be perfect. x.x

And if I don't get my goddamn transfer, I'm putting in my two fucking weeks. I can't TAKE the drama and the bullshit anymore. It's pretty bad when half the time I want to leave early so I can avoid it. I'm not taking part in it nor am I creating my own. It's a goddamn job. Though, I can't say it's not a bunch of teenagers when that is seriously the truth. I'm older then most of them, which is quite sad. I mean, it's a shitty, low end job that pays ass, but it's something in this economy with the fact that I don't have an education out of high school. I wish I could go to school, but unlike some people, I don't have family that will spend their money on me to help me out. I'm not my sister. Then again, I don't really want to be.

I'm just frustrated to all hell tonight. Deep in thought and shit. There was a storm today and it really set this shit in motion. Anger at myself then turned into anger about how fucking retarded the people I work with are. Then again, what should I expect?! One day, when I'm not struggling to buy food, I'll get that degree and make something of myself. Of course, I may scare Mike half to death with some of the shit I want to do. lol Dreams are dreams. Only the owner can make them a reality. I'm just not quite ready yet to reach for it. Soon, though. Very soon.

~Kayla