Started back at K-Mart today. Remembered why I quit the first time. I hate that I need two jobs to survive...while living at my mom's! It's so lame! Anyway. I hate that place, and a year and a half away hasn't changed that one bit. Aside from it just being a shitty place to work, I got the worst sense of nostalgia. And lemme tell you. I didn't like it one bit. I'm where I was last year. But not in school. Living at home, slaving at K-Mart for minimum wage. Doesn't feel like progress to me. Ugh. I despise Corporate America, and that's all K-Mart represents to me. Low-class, dead-end people slaving away to make ends meet while being forced into these ridiculous boxes that Corporate Hell creates to keep these people in a place that keeps them [the big corporate people] comfortable and in plush leather office seats and Armani business suits. And I'm having to be one of those dead-end underlings. I hate it. It feels like selling out to me. Worse than pretending to tuck our shirts in at Jamba when the district managers come in, or buying non-slip shoes that I despise. And everytime I thanked a freakin' customer for shopping at K-Mart today, I felt like a bit of my soul just...shriveled up and disappeared. UGH. THIS is why I want to keep drinking. THIS is what turns normal, sane, ambitious people into mindless freaks who can't function unless they've got a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
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