2nd Shift Life

So it's been three weeks...oops. Life happened. Tornado happened, kindergarten graduation happened, and 2nd shift happened.

I'm listening to a Millenium Tour playlist and drinking jack and DIET pepsi. LMAO! That is so funny to me. My grandma gave it to me because she bought it and didn't like it. 

So I was dreading this year's kindergarten graduation. This was my favorite class. I mean from the day that I met them, my heart felt something different. When I was practicing what I was going to say, I kept tearing up and it turned into full on crying. As fate would have it, we had a natural disaster that screwed everything all up. We ended up changing the venue, the date, and pretty much the entire ceremony. I was so wrapped up in the changes that I forgot to cry. It was nice and the kids were so excited to see the videos we had made. I am going to miss them so much. 
Moving on....

I couldn't figure out how best to organize my thoughts on 2nd Shift in fast food...I'm just going to make a list of a few things I've learned/thought/felt about it...

• 2nd shift was created by the devil for the devil's people
• How do people who work 2-10:30 have a life?
• Fast food is DISGUSTING!!!!! We all need to stop eating that shit.
• My moral compass has a crack in it
• 1st shift is spoiled
• 2nd shift has too much responsibility

I think that's all I'm going to say publicly LOL

I decided to get a second job because my savings needs a boost. I have a small amount of savings, but its growing now. I have a deadline for my car and this job is helping me reach it. It was extremely difficult to accept that this is what I needed to do. It just seems so wrong for this to be necessary. I work hard at my first job and I don't even want much out of life, but I've got to do this to get something basic. It just doesn't sit well. Also, this is supposed to be my time to recharge after 9 months of 20 kids asking me 30 million questions before 9am. I had to get over that enough to actually make a move. I got frustrated about something, spoke to a friend, and the next thing I knew, I had a second job. Everybody keeps telling me they're proud of me, but I don't feel it. I'm not proud of me. I'm mad at me. WHY DIDN'T I GET AN ENGINEERING DEGREE?!

My manager is 18. She missed a day to go graduate from high school...Yeah.. I have tons of stories about this place, but I'll tell them once I quit. This job physically hurts my body and it takes my sleep...this ain't gon last long! Also, I feel like a horrible friend. I return no calls, I barely respond to texts. This job is physically more exhausting than I expected. I'm working most of the day and I get home so late that nobody else is really up. I'm awake until like 2am and then I sleep in til noon. By that time, I'm mentally preparing to go to this job I hate and everyone else is at work. But sacrifice is the name of the game right now. I just gotta deal with it for this short period of time. 

I learned some things about myself through this experience...I'm a big ass baby. And I'm fine with that. I also learned that I'm passionate about how people are treated. RESPECT, COMPASSION, EMPATHY..It makes me so angry when I see a lack of these things. And at this new job...I see a HUGE lack in these areas and it makes me a little sad and a lotta angry.

As I told yall...I'm listening to a Millenium Tour playlist...it's currently playing a song that LOOSELY matches what I said about how people should be treated..."let's reach out and love one another" It's talking about sex...which we all know I love soooo....I guess it fits for this week's video LOL Love yall!