What next?

Not only is the search for schooling for a job a pain, searching for a job so I can pay for the upkeep of my current life is also a drag.

The sushi restaurant has definitely lost its appeal, ever since the shifting market decided to leave half of our customers trembling in fear, afraid to walk out of their houses. Tips have diminished, and people who once would come in at least twice a week and generously give out tips are only seen once or twice every two weeks, with a sparing tip and an apologizing smile. My paycheck depends on those tips; what happens if I only get a few tables one night? That isn’t worth my time, and frankly, it’s happening more often now that waiters get sent home because they aren’t needed for the night. That hasn’t happened in my eight months of working there as frequently as it does now.
Not only that, but the hours are killing me. I’ve just felt the drag that college places on a person; a ‘yoke’ of knowledge that will shove your face into the dirt if you don’t attend to it. The hours at the restaurant definitely put a halt on studying as often as I could have, resulting in lower scorings than I am used to. Another reason why I wish to wave this restaurant business goodbye is the hours. I work from four in the afternoon to whenever the last customer leaves at night, and then a bit more. Then I hardly have any sleep. “You can survive on a small amount of sleep,” people say, but survival isn’t enough. I want success.
Hopefully, I will be accepted into my choice job for the moment; clerk work in an organic soap shop that goes by the name of Lush (I happen to use plenty of their products, and I suggest you check them out!). I hope many things work out, actually.

I hope life works out.

My name is Simcha, and I want change, but not the one Obama’s offering.

~ by nameshifter on October 13, 2008.