i just always eat my spaghetti-o's out of the can. it's a bad habit i picked up as a kid, and have never shaken. there are days when even grown-ups need spaghetti-o's, and today was that day for me.
i might be in a mood because i'm going to do a little complaining. i work with a girl who i call little orange annie, due to the color of her skin. she's a bit over-done everywhere, but all the tanning she does has made her a very interesting shade. she just started working with us, although she's been with the company for a few years now. it was a transfer situation. she was supposed to work on some project with a local university, which would make her part of our store, but not in the store. long story short, she doesn't have her driver's license anymore and you kind of need one for the job she would be doing. no one really knows what she's going to do now, and to be honest, our store doesn't want her and the other store doesn't want her back. she's a nice girl, but not that bright, and she tends to slow everyone else down. evidently it's her being at the store that's caused the brakes to put on in my moving from hostess-with-the-mostess to salesgirl. i didn't know that was for sure the issue, but now that all this other stuff is coming to light, everyone is okay with telling me what's actually going on. it's frustrating, because i'm really not making much money and now that i know there's this other option that's available, the option that will make it so i can pay my bills and buy real groceries.* it's not like i'll have the most glamorous job on earth, but it would be nice to not spend all day bored to death. also, the other day someone said to me in reference to my not being trained yet for the new job, "it's not like the job is hard, how hard can it be for them to train you?" and that pissed me off. it's true that the job doesn't require a whole lot in the way of education, and isn't very technical or anything, but it is sort of complicated and they have this weird computer system that i'm going to have to learn (along with all the plans, all the different features of the various phones, blah blah blah) and i was pissed to have to defend that. i feel weird enough about the whole thing, and have days where i look forward to training and changing positions, and other days where i'm seized with the panic of "what the hell am i doing?" and i just thought that was a shitty thing to say. she doesn't know what i do, and i wouldn't make fun of her job and it felt like she was making fun of mine. i know i'm being overly sensitive about that, but i was annoyed. i probably still am since i've been chewing on this for days and furrowing my brow. it was an off-handed comment and i should just brush it off, but i'm guess i'm still sensitive about the whole thing. in a way i feel like i need to justify what i'm doing all the time to myself, and i don't want to have to do it to anyone else.
*and pay off some of the debt i incurred moving!
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I can't eat spaghetti-o's at all because when I was a kid, all my one cousin would eat were spaghetti-o's, other chef boyardee products, kraft mac and cheese and mcdonalds. Actually, he is like 27 now and that's still pretty much all he eats. Just the smell of the chef boyardee makes me think of him and how weird he was, always making his mom heat up some spaghetti o's for him even if our granma cooked a good dinner that everyone else was eating. kid was (is) weird...
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