  The following is an exerpt of a converstaion I was having with my best friend Charles about today. I'm too tired to really rant about here. What follows should pretty much explain my mood. charlesg_nyc_77: hey pnut77: hey... what's up? charlesg_nyc_77: nada...just a high drama day pnut77: haha oh yeah? how so?
charlesg_nyc_77: well, Steve (store manager) flipped out on me for leaving a till out in the office (I was trying to help a co-worker out really quick). Then he just went on about how I'd better find a car or another job. It pissed me the fuck off charlesg_nyc_77: Actually I'm still fuming pnut77: so what are you gonna do? charlesg_nyc_77: I think he's just pissed because Corporate is cracking down on store managers in our district due to some shady business that has been going on. He was totally cool about 20minutes later. i guess he felt bad charlesg_nyc_77: Anyhow, Mike (my roommate) offered to take me to Charlie Falk on Thursday to took at stuff.
Regardless I'm looking for something else. I'm tried of being a fucking puppet pnut77: yeah you really do need to look into something else i think.. find what it is you wanna do and find a way to do it charlesg_nyc_77: That's easier said than done. There's not much I want to do down here. I'm going to get my resume together and get it to Saks ASAP. Even if it's a pay cut the exprience would be worth it. pnut77: yeah, that'd be the first step... you just gotta go for it and see what happens... start scratching things off the list charlesg_nyc_77: Yeah...you're totally right.
BTW, my "detox" period didn't last long. I'm going to try again tomorrow. pnut77: lol well, better luck next try charlesg_nyc_77: Yeah...I know. So how was your day? 
