Stuff and Thoughts

Monday, April 6th, 2015

Right now my mind is in a different place. Simply put I’m burned out after dealing with the monotony of my service industry job(s). Asking the same questions predated by the events of the weekend (or week day). That lead to the same conversation.

Over.

And over.

And over.

Wait.

And over.

And over.

Oh boy, a new customer. They’re now a regular.

And over.

And over.

Sometimes my regulars smarten up and switch the material, which allows my personality to shine through. But those efforts are far and few between. Leaving me to deal with the draining boredom of a job that’ll lead to nowhere as I search on my horizons for the next best thing. And even now the days and weeks all seem to blend into one pre-constructed fabrication of a memory that knows the past and sees the future based on the events of the past.

It sucks.

I’ve worked in the service industry in some form or shape since I was 16.

Yet everywhere I go I’m treated as a kid. A child almost. By people who really have no right to judge. To work in the industry involves a combination of factors that lead to you accepting the job (whatever it is) with an unsung knowledge that at one point you hit rock bottom. The promise of a paycheck at least giving a sense of meaning as you try to dig yourself out.

The talk and chatter of your future permeate the thick air with the deep fear that maybe that future is a pipe dream rapidly escaping you.

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