Category: interior

I took off four days to pack my apartment.

Yet of course I failed to take off the first of the month…AKA my move in date.

So second time in a year my mother and co. (😂) will be moving me in before I even see my new place.

Also, I kind of wish I was working at least one day…but my co worker (supervisor) basically told me not to pick up shifts. Because I’m kind of one of the few people who comes in to pick up shifts and help out whenever needed….

She basically wants to send a message that we need more people up front and my manager needs to pay attention to the schedule so we have people to work. Not one or two people trying to do 8 million things at once and closing every shift.

I get her point for sure, and she doesn’t want me to be taken advantage of. Like have them get so comfortable with me always doing it, that when I can’t, I’m made to feel bad.

She’s one of the sweetest people I’ve known.

Although the thing about people who are still getting to know me don’t fully realize..is that I only do what I feel like doing on my down time. I’d work for money. Not to JUST to help them out. I help out, depending on who Im helping. Not just for everyone. Im not gonna pick up a shift to help and work with a coworker who’s annoying. I would pick one up for a friend, or pick up a shift to work with and help someone out that I enjoy being around and also have nothing better to do…

I work for money. and to feel good. not to consistently please everyone.

It will set you free

That’s one thing I’m actually good at. I’m not good at many things.

I’m a music junkie. I have been my entire life.

It sounds so cliché and annoying. It pisses me off even to say it, but music did save my life and continues to everyday, probably.

I’ll always remember myself in middle school. Those were terrible years of my life…it kinda set my youth up for failure. Derp.

I didn’t really trust many people at that point in my life. Probably two. My best friend at the time, and my ex-boyfriend.

I started to form insomnia and really bad anxiety, and I would stay up really late at night on my computer. I would sit on the computer for hours and hours exploring random music and finding new stuff to fulfill me.

I would make old-school mix CDs

(I kinda feel bad for the kids these days who can’t experience that)

All the music my friends, siblings/cousins listened to, was introduced by me. I don’t know why people make that sound like a snobby thing though….It’s one of the only things I’m good at, can’t we just like consider it a sport?

The real point is though, it spoke to me. Always has. In ways humans couldn’t at that point especially. When I need it it’s always there. It

made me feel… understood. It was like a friend.

(it does run in my genetics. But the way I love music is unexplainable. I couldn’t get to the point of it. I’ve been a walking jukebox my whole life)

Everyone listen to music. It makes the world go round. And maybe it could save your life if you give it a chance