once i get out of this job, this stinking dead end associate potbelly job, i’m going to be marking this as complete. in all other areas of my life i am happy. i am happy with myself and who i have become, except when i’m at work. I know Potbelly isn’t your typical corporation, but i am still working for the Man. its the only part of me that hasn’t given in to all that is underground/alternative/diy. i’ve taken myself off all mailing lists from companies that i don’t want to shop at anymore, i haven’t been to the mall since i left the burbs, i don’t want to go to go target anymore even. i’ve been scouring craigslist for everything that i need, i’m going to thrift stores and concerts for clothes from now on (for the most part lol but no more buckle or anything like that) i’m not going to supermarkets for groceries anymore. my fridge is bare at the moment because i still have a bit more research to do about local grocery before i get out there, and i have to find somewhere on the blue line i can go (which shouldn’t be too hard), so i can stop on my way home from classes and stuff.
so job that i love = perfect.
