oh, i’ve missed you dearly. 

i forget about tumblr, come back to it, love it, and leave it again. sheesh. i need to tumblr more … oh well. 

here’s a funny anecdote accompanied by a relevant .gif as an apology for staying away so long: 

new boyfriend’s ex girlfriend hasn’t met me, doesn’t like me, but doesn’t want to date boyfriend again. just being a girl. my face: 

really?

so sorry i’ve been way too fucking lazy to post to tumblr. i just haven’t had the energy to care about the internet that much. i’m too happy. 

i have found someone that i just… i don’t know what’s happening. i’m actually a little afraid. i haven’t felt like this( in quite this way ) in a very long…. maybe never. 

NO SIR

thank goodness i’m so far away the only way anyone knows about it is my self absorbed whining via the internet. 

wooo

this could be a really long list about inane little things but instead it’s just a vent post about juvenility and the place i work and why i hate working in restaurants.

there is a girl at work that is about 20 and granted, that’s not much younger than i am, but i’ll say it again, 18-22 are some formative fucking years. you do a lot of changing during that time, and you do not come out the other end the same person. or you shouldn’t, at least. much of this is or can be attributed to college attendance, but i believe pretty strongly that it’s just a general growing up phase. tangent. i thought that she and i were getting along pretty well, i’m pretty short of good friends here so having someone that i can talk to is nice, even if it’s just at work and we have fairly little in common. 

 she asked if i could cover a shift and i said no, i have plans because it’s my day off and i worked NYE and NYD so i was not about to pick up extra shifts that i didn’t need. she proceeds to go on an absolute TIRADE of bullshit at me. at first i thought she was joking because i do not understand words/phrases like “beezy” “pop off” “play wit it” or “rotate, bitch.” nor do i respond to threats of having my shit fucked up, or being called a “trick ass slut,” because for heaven’s sake who says those things in seriousness? 

oh right. 20 year olds. she won’t tell me what i’ve supposedly done to anger her, and i haven’t got the slightest idea. i defended her a few nights ago against accusations regarding this exact kind of negativity and bullshit parade. she’s just vindictive enough to now intentionally try to ruin every aspect of this job for me. i’m already miserable and the maelstrom hasn’t even fully begun.

the strangest thing is that she kept insisting that i knew what i’d done. the fuck? i haven’t seen her, talked to her, or talked about her in almost two and a half weeks.

…so at this point i’m ruling out friendship and just hoping to be able to withstand working with her in the following weeks. i can’t even say anything to management about it because if they at all get onto her, she would immediately blame me, and get the collective force of the workers to see how i’m a tattling little bitch and i will be ostracized because hey that is exactly what happens when you work in a place that doesn’t have HR and is full of childish half adults that lack any real maturity. 

god dammit. 

nothing new here, just working. i get to go skiing again pretty soon. going to do that enough to pay for my pass, and then i’ll be happy. i know that i’m staying here through february, but maybe not much longer than that. 

don’t get me wrong here, i LOVE denver. this is a phenomenal town with great people and so much to do. but. i don’t like my job, i just can’t settle into yet another restaurant. i direly miss school. … and as much as it’s embarrassing a bit, i didn’t think that it would be this hard to leave my family (i know i live with my sister but i mean the rest of my family). 

denver is a place that i could settle down in, with a nice man and a good job and an old house. but i don’t actually like it for my current situation that well. i just don’t feel like i fit here yet. 

sigh.