So at this point I hate being jobless. I quit my job last week and I think I've cleaned my room at least 4 times in the past seven days. I don't know what to do with myself. But I will not go back to another job like my previous one. I've been there 2 years (since I was 17) and I hated every minute of it. Not that I can't get along with people...just not those people.

A store manager who wanted so much control she resorted to making people stay at work late just to prove who's the boss. Managers who were, of course, stuck so far up her butt they had no idea that they were her little puppets. A "lead" who, not only wouldn't do a thing, but who had flings going on with one of the delivery guys (which, hey, I have no problem with...but don't do it at work...we don't want to know about it).

But I digress.

I can't stand not having a job. It gets so...boring. I sit here and paint all day. I sit on my bed and look at everything, finally settling on junk food and TV...then I sleep. If I keep this up, I'll be the next "fattest woman on earth" and have my face shown all of cable television.

And not only that...but I have bills coming up. I can't find a job anywhere. My last check came in the mail. $199-something. I also have an extra $100 stashed somewhere and my fifteen dollars I had the day I quit. I was already scared I couldn't afford my bills. Ha, then I shouldn't have quit, right? Whatever. It'll last me another month anyways. I shouldn't say it (because I'll end up feeling bad)...but I still live at home with my parents...they'll help me out until I get a job. But I don't want them to...but they will. I'm still calling and putting in applications. I'm still calling and checking up. But I shouldn't worry too much...it is still the first week with out a job. I'll start worrying next month.