Today was tiring. We started off today busy at DQ. Zadra didn’t make any deposits yesterday, and left all the paperwork for me to do this morning. Then I had to do today’s paperwork. Then count all the food in the store. All this took 2.5 hours. Once settled, I started re-stocking the stuff they didn’t do last night. And also realized that I didn’t do such a great job ordering. We are running out of a couple things. But everything should be better this time I order.
It was busy all day, and lots of abstract work (not taking/making orders). But the end of the day finally came, and it seemed quick to arrive.
I get home and call the apartments close to my house, and find out the info (most of it). It costs $365 a month, with unpaid utilities. The only other option is a one-bedroom efficiency (like a dorm) near a car repair place, that is owned by a guy we know (who has a cute daughter). But I couldn’t get ahold of them today.
This all sparks an hour-long lecture about my situation (again); with the key points being that I have 2, maybe 3 options: here, or the military, or maybe my dad’s. I’m not going to the military if I can help it, and I’m not going to my dad’s. so I just have to stick it out here. And this means that I have been re-granted the permission to stay up until Feb 1st, 2004.
I still don’t have my raise at work yet and this is the 30th day (kinda fitting for it being the end of this section in my paper journal here). But Steve says he is talking with the people in charge, but he never gives me a definite answer. My parents think that he doesn’t have the power to promise me these positions he has been telling me I will get, but we will see.
I also found out today why my parents don’t like the youth minister at our church…who, by the way, wasn’t at church Sunday, so it was for nothing…wearing my good clothes, that is. Anyway, she suggested that I take her spot as youth minister. There are just a couple problems with that:
- I don’t like kids enough to do that…they are personality-wise, immature.
- I have another job to deal with, and don’t want to have a youth minister position.
- she doesn’t know jack about me, and has only seen me once, and spoken to me twice…both times under the impression that I was still in high school.
- a person has to be called by God to be a youth minister, and I have not.
Anyway, it’s late and I want to end this page. Laterz.
- Song in my head: Always – Saliva
- Craving: NOT Fettuccine Alfredo
- Mood: Relieved/Lonely
- Thought: “hmm…hmm…hmmmmm…”
- Quote: “If you were a hot dog…would you eat yourself? I know I would – I’d dip myself in brown mustard.” – Brak
