Upheaval.

So things, once again, aren't quite going the way I thought they would. This time the fault is entirely my own.

The sales job that I was just trained for is something I've changed my mind about. Calling my friends and loved ones to do practice appointments, going into people's homes to sell them stuff, this all just isn't for me. It's great money, you set your own hours and you can keep doing it when the semester begins. This is small comfort when you really just don't want to do it at all.

I'd feel like the Avon lady, only with sharp things. I'd rather just go into a job and be there until I leave and then I'm done. I know that doing a few appointments with people and getting much more money out of it would be better in general, in theory, but it's quite a ways outside of my comfort zone.

I still hope to work a job this summer that I haven't in the past. I'd like to wait tables or work in a cafe or something like that. (Not Starbucks, I'm not that much of a gay stereotype.)

This is the slowest day of work I think I've ever had since beginning this job. It's pretty nice. Add to that the fact that it's cloudy out and that I'm a bit tired and unenergetic and the result is this wonderful melancholy.

Well, back to work. Meaning I'm probably going to the Muddy Cup, then getting my last few paychecks, then some lunch. :)

Advice for gays: Stop working at Starbucks. It makes you a stereotype.