Forever Fading Black .. Comes a Glow
July 23, 2011 § Leave a Comment
I really don’t know where to begin…
The last time I wrote on here, I was waiting for Brad Richards to get signed by the New York Rangers (he did, by the way, Chris Drury 2.0 here we come)..
I was also talking about my current job situation, and how I was looking to get out of Best Buy, and make my life a happy one. One filled with less retail, and more of what I want to be doing.. Something in the field of Communication Arts.
A few weeks later, I sit and find myself waiting still. And I mean, it doesn’t bother me. I have come accustomed to wait. To wait for the things I want. I want a job, yeah must wait for that. I want to be happy, once again must wait for that too.
Nothing I go for happens, nothing I aim to have happen actually does happen. I’m not happy with some of the decisions I have made to make me still at Best Buy.
Was my goal to become a Portable Electronics Supervisor? No, but at the time it seemed like it was the right thing to do, so I applied for it, and surprisingly got it. With my track record at the store at that given time, anything was possible. So, I mean I could of taken something much more worse. A lot worse, and would of enjoyed the outcome that happened.
I want to say that I am happy, that I am happy with where I am at right now. That I am happy that I am still being a supervisor at a store that has slowly gone to shit. Where I am seeing change happen in every direction at a very fast pace. But, that’s retail. Things are suppose to change.
But, why does it honestly feel like I’m back in High School when I go there? Why does it feel that no matter what happens, this place reminds me of High School? All the bickering, all the he said, she said. All the gossip.
All this bullshit that I have to deal with. Makes me feel like I’m watching high school children walk around and talk shit, instead of what they’re suppose to do. Sell.
I hate ranting about my job, because this job that I have is not the job that I will honestly be doing for the rest of my life. But for the time being this is my job, this is what I have to deal with. This is what I am going to have to deal with, If I like it or not.
When will I be happy? Probably when I find the person I can honestly say I love and care about, and support them. That means finding the job that will make me happy as well. Oh, happiness.. you cruel, cruel idea.
