werk it

so i really don't think i work that much but it definitely feels like i do. i'm not sure what about it but i feel like i'm always at work. it's probably because i'm easily suckered into working split shifts...although only 8 hours total, spans a total of 12 hours of my life. the early mornings doesn't really help much either. so far, work at the sheraton has been swell, i get compliments from the servers a lot so it really helps my morale. i still think i'm getting fat but my savings from not eating out so often is great.

round two for my attempts for hawaiian airlines start 12/5. if i make it through, i wont know of the results until the day after christmas. i love how they ruin good moods that way. on my bday, the day after christmas, the usual. i'm scared of disappointment because i made it so far the last round that if i don't do as well this time, i will be very sad. i shall keep trying regardless :)

i got into an accident the other day...totally wasn't my fault but my beautiful car is all maimed now. it breaks my heart because it's my baby that's all scratched and damaged. fucken military white trash piece of shit cunt face! i called my insurance and they said i have to pay a deductible regardless and that's like $500! i'm putting off on taking action until i could figure it out. sigh, it's so depressing to think about.

thanksgiving is tomorrow and it's gonna be the second double shift of the week. i love to work apparently. work is taking over my life. someone send me a turkey dinner plate to the airport and a stiff drink, thanks.