My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

yep, i seriously think i'm losing it. i hate my job, but i'm pretty much stuck there until i can go full time at the toy store. but the cheesecake factory is destroying my soul. i'd be surprised if anyone was still reading at this point...all i've done all summer is complain about how much my life sucks because of one stupid place. there's so many things that i've tried to get done today before work. the only thing i've been successful at is doing some laundry and talking to andre. everything else has been a half assed attempt at organization or non-slackerness before i decided that i was too tired or lazy to bother. i guess i'll just call it energy conservation and mental preparation for my weekend in hell. maybe i should just take a nap. i feel tired, but i think it's just depression setting in. that, and knowing that i have to find someone to cover my shift on wednesday, which is going to be next to impossible because we only have 2 in-house cash

Did you ever notice how we wish our lives away? Well, at least some of us do. We spend our time wishing that time would spped up a little so we can get to that next big milestone...and once we get there we're only temporarily satisfied. Then we find the next goal and wish every day away until we get there. I spent my years in high school wishing I could be in college already. Then I spent my college years wishing I could just have my degree already. Now i'm sitting here, wishing for my life a year from now. Hopefully, a year from now, I'll have a real job and I won't live in my parents' house. It doesn't seem like it's too much to ask for, but it's so hard to get there. grrr.... Life at the cheesecake factory continues to destroy my mental and physical health. I realized that my sister is going back to Princeton next week, and I've barely seen her all summer. She was at work while I was sleeping my days away, and I was at work while she did her home

Bust out the confetti and party hats and noisemakers everyone! We have cause for celebration! No, I didn't score a real job in NYC yet. And, no, I'm not so fortunate as to have left the Cheesecake Factory. That party will include hard liquor and the burning of my uniform. Today's a happy day because... (drum roll please) This is my 100th Blog!!! ::roaring crowds as a giant "100" lights up and blinks like some telethon event and confetti flutters through the air:: I figured that 100 would be a good number to take notice of and celebrate. If tv shows get to make a big deal out of their 100th episode (the typical benchmark in order to qualify for syndication), then I'm going to make a big deal out of my blog. I mean, my life is just one pathetic twenty-something quasi-soap destined for one season of fame on the WB before it fades into pop culture trivia, right? So nearly 3 years and 100 blogs ago, I was sitting in front of my computer and typ

so says the lyrics of one of my favorite songs. but no reason for celebrations yet, i'm still at the fucking cheesecake factory. i've pretty much gathered that i can do anything short of steal money or run butt nekkid through that place and i wouldn't get fired for it. that's how badly they need cashiers, and that's a sad fact. My internship is really awesome! I'm the production assistant for this one man show happening on the Upper West Side. For now it means that I get to manage the box office and the house (kinda), but i'm having so much fun with it and i'm totally in my element. The sucky things about it are the commute and my new wardrobe, both of which are going to cost me a small fortune. The commute into the city for me costs about $30 a week for: -gas to drive the 20 miles and back from the train station -$5 a day to park at the train station -$10.25 round trip train fare -$4 round trip on the subway It blows a lot. but it's cheaper

so it's just about 4 in the morning and i've been going non stop this week. between cheesecake, the toy store, and the new internship (yay! more details to follow soon), i've become a red bull addict and a candidate for a mental breakdown. but at least i'm happy with my internship and the light at the end of the cheesecake tunnel of hell is slowly becoming visible. i plan to be out of there by october...but we'll see if that actually happens. well, i still have to wind down from my 2 hour drive and i have lots to do before going into the city tomorrow. just thought i'd blog and let everyone know i haven't collapsed. yet.