So yeah… As you may knoow or may not know – I quitted my previous job months ago now. It feels like forever, finally dropped my douchy boss and moved to a place which I actually like. I do miss being a barista, but on the other hand being a waitress is fun as well.
There are some days when you look at a blank page of the paper and you have no idea what to write. Your head is empty and your insides scream for help, but awfully quiet though, because there’s no one who can hear their cry for help so you gotta deal with that on your own hun. Trust me, been there, done that.
Bitching about my work is something that I do on daily bases. It’s not that bad, trust me, but sometimes I just don’t want to go there and see same people, ordering same things and try to talk to my boss when I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone about stuff. Especially when the ‘stuff’ is just shitting on everything that has ever existed.
I’m my own, personal hero. At least I think about myself this way because I finally found the courage to quit the job that I hated. Maybe it’s fair to say that I didn’t actually hate the job as the place and customers – I loved being a barista, but my boss… The guy was driving me mad.