Culture Shock

I've always been the type to really loathe the idea of a job on the side. I enjoy being a student, even if though the years have been tough and I have not graduated on time. Sometimes I question my work ethic, but I always perform the tasks I'm given, and no one usually complains.

I tend to have more problems with the people in the environment over the work itself.

I started this new job at Edy's, the guys that sell ice cream. I drive around to different supermarkets, check to see if the product is on the shelves, I move it around nice and neat, and then I move on to the next store.

It's not a bad job.

I may be simply having issues adjusting to the person that's training me.

Nowadays I've held an attitude that keeps me open to the mannerisms of others. I have not had any problems with people lately. People are cool. Usually, I'm the one being the dick.

It may simply be a matter of 'Culture Shock.'

I mean, not everyday do I deal with loudmouth, Nam era veterans that I have no relation to whatsoever. I don't go around yelling as I speak, I don't like to fucking joke around when I don't want to.

Seriously man, when I want to work a fucking job, I just don't want to hear you talk. I want you to shut the fuck up, and tell me what I need to know for the job, and I'll be great.

Shit. In a way I miss King Kullen because people were not awkward whatsoever.

Wow, I hate my life all over again. I hope I adjust and gather back positive feelings.

And its my birthday on Friday....whoopee.

I don't want to go tomorrow, but that's American Capitalism for you.

Self Reminder

Ugh. Nowadays I have to make an effort to remind myself that the thoughts that I have are entirely unique, and that I should do my best to not let my thoughts get the best of me.

What I have can possibly be depression, and if it is, I don't want to resort to any sort of prescription medicine.

And that is why I try to keep this shit in check.