Under Construction

My entire life seems to be one giant construction zone: we're under a remodel at work, my father decided it was time to finally start the demolition on our house to build a new kitchen, I decided it was time to update my blog layout, I'm trying to get loans and bank accounts set up before my move to Pennsylvania in August... it seems like everything in my life is disorganized and under construction.

I just need a little organization, but I also need to find the time to get the organizing done! Everything has been go, go, go since I came home back in the beginning of May, and it doesn't seem like it's going to slow down anytime soon.

But I took the first step to organizing tonight - luckily Blogger has a new template designer so I was able to put a temporary layout that I'm actually okay with. It's nothing fancy, but it'll do the job until I find the time or energy to invest in making a new one that I love. I'm just trying to live my life one construction job at a time at this point.....

I Have No Life....

So I've come to accept the fact that I have absolutely no life outside work and here's why:

I have managed to consume my entire being with my job - I honestly care too much about a job that isn't going to be my lifetime career. It obviously isn't a bad thing to love your job and care about it, but at a certain point you need to draw the line and I've managed to move mine about 20 times. While I'm no longer working over 30 hours every single week, I still act like I am: I refuse to make plans for the following week until Thursday or Friday when I know exactly what my schedule is. Which would be smart if my hours were as inconsistent as I try to play off.

The worst part? When I'm not at work, all I think about is how the store is doing, or all I talk about is work. I honestly need to find something else to do with my spare time. It's gotten to the point where I was called a "mall fag" (and just a slight interjection - I absolutely hate when people use the word fag or faggot, and I could give two shits whether you're calling someone who's straight or gay a faggot, just seriously don't use it around me) which is another whole story in-of-itself. But seriously, I need a hobby or something.

My plan? Well, for right now the plan is update my layout of the blog.

The problem? I'm too effing lazy to take the time to make a new layout. So we'll definitely have to see where that goes....

And So It Begins...

While my summer may have officially started a month ago, I feel that my summer at Gap officially started yesterday. Last night was one of the longest shifts of my life, and I'm just thankful it's over - we went in at 6:00pm and didn't leave until 5:45am. Yes, that is not a typo: we were there for almost 12 hours.

What does one do for 12 hours in a retail store? Well, I'm glad you ask: last night, for 12 hours, we switched out all of the woman's clothes to the kid's side of the store while a bunch of construction workers built up a wall. And so the remodel begins....

For the next few months we're going to be operating with about half the space. We're cut down to one stock-room, one full-sized store, and with a staff that is definitely not big enough. it's going to be stressful.... But luckily the move is done and over with - my feet hurt, my knees hurt, I'm bruised all over, and I pulled a muscle in my chest; but I'm still alive, and eventually I'll heal.

I'm excited to see how the store will turn out, but I wish my job didn't consume my life. It seems like all I've done all summer is work. I would love to take a trip down to Pennsylvania to visit my friends at some point within the next month, month-and-a-half, but I just don't know how or when I'm going to be able to. The upside to not going to Pennsylvania? I won't be spending all that money on gas and whatever else I would spend it on while there, and I would be making more money because I could work instead of taking the time off. But I would love to go down for a weekend either late-June, or some time in July. Only time will tell though....