Tuesday, April 04, 2006

god doesn't want me to be a waitress....

so once again i find myself sans job... well - this time it may just be that i'm not getting any shifts. see, i have a job - but apparently am not on the schedule this week and was encouraged to call next week to check my schedule. how long will they keep me employed there but neglect to give me shifts? i have a job, but i don't actually work there... at least i can tell mom and dad that i have a job....
this should bother me seeing as it has taken me 2 months to obtain any crappy job - unless you count the time i was hired and fired within three days. i might take that personally, but seeing as they failed to train me, and had me open the restaurant on my second shift, i figure i'm not the one to blame. in both of these jobs, the management has been disorganized and i've been treated like i have half a brain cell... i love restaurant work.... the people are such diamonds in the rough....
i think this is a sign. i know in my gut that this is not what i should be doing, but i keep doing it for some cash.... i'm destined to make art and do the things that actually contribute to my life and others. one annoying factor with my fate is that i'm broke. i suppose that's a small price to pay to stay true to my path.... but it is really annoying.

5 comments:

skinny-rabbit said...

I don't have a job. I do theatre that doesn't pay me, but charges me a $20 membership fee.

artsmonkey said...

awesome.... so you get it :)

Lindsay said...

i like to think (or desperately hope) that all the shit work we do, the crappy waitress jobs, serving other people who fail to appreciate us for the fabulous people we are, the settling for whatever job will bring us cash, is leading to something; that we are working towards something big, that can't even wrap our minds around yet but when it happens we will look back and think it all made sense, what we did to get to where we are. this is a hopelessly romantic, idealistic view of the starving artist/student's life, but hey, what is the other option?

artsmonkey said...

deep down i am hopelesly idealistic and romantic and challenge anyone who tries to squish me under their negative -"wait til you're 30"- attitude to a duel.

Warrior Princesse Alathariel said...

all us artists should live in one big loft that we don't have to pay rent for. we could plan protests and meet people who will light our candles. we could make documentaries and write one great song. but then we'd have aids.