Every time my dad sees me drawing he asks me questions like, "What are your plans now, hmm? You're a graduate... gonna find a new job with your degree? Gonna write that article with your professor? Gonna get SOMETHING published? Are you gonna get a REAL job?" etc etc ETC! So yeah, I've been hiding my artwork... T_T; Which is difficult to do when I prefer to draw in the living room.

In any case... I passed all my classes!! An A+, two A's, and two B's! I'm happy. Not looking forward to the future though, really...job searching is going to be annoying. I have my degree now, but no real experience. But that's my own fault. Sigh. Guess I'll be interning. I refuse to intern for free, though >:/ No point in working my ass off for no pay. But I'll see if I don't crack about that if months go by with no return calls...

Goals!
I'll continue working on my comic and drawing... I plan to write another book this summer, to finish copy-editing Introduction to Freedom, to rewrite Memories and Forgotten, and (eventually) to write Riordan's story and Recall (tentative title) for Kairo's third and final tale (so far, anyway...). I hope that by writing this down my brain will keep my goals in mind. I've written down some long-term and short-term goals in a little folder with flashcards. One of them is that I'd like to move out of my parents' house... I don't exactly "want" to, but I know I need to. I need to learn to be independent, to budget my money, to learn real-life things like how to get an apartment and things of that nature. Why aren't there any classes in high school that teach you these freakin things??? Stupid American public school system.......


Beware Rant Below
Read at your own discretion
I was fairly content working at Subway for two years, but recently.... Idk, I just... hate it there now. I don't really know why. I have several reasons, but I've dealt with complainy customers before and their BFs (bitch fits), and they've never bothered me this much until now. I think I cracked when a lady yelled at me for wiping the knife, which was covered in mayo and mustard, on my (clean) apron and cutting her sandwich with it. Then she made me remake the sandwich, and when I cut it again with a DIFFERENT knife, she said, "ExCUSE ME. Did you JUST USE THE SAME KNIFE to cut my sandwich?" I said calmly, "No, there are two knives." But in my head I was all FUCK YOU, BITCH.

Customers act like asses just because they apparently think that they know how to do my job better than I do.
After I'd been washing dishes, I dried my hands and put on the plastic gloves to help a customer. He told me to wash my hands first. Okay, as if my hands pruny from dish-washing didn't already let on that they were good and sanitized and my knuckles dry and cracked didn't let on that I'd washed my hands about twenty times so far.
I'm told to watch my portioning, so I'm only allowed to put so much veggies on the subs unless customers ask for more, and they always act like I'm doing it on purpose to spite them. One lady: "Is that ALL you're going to GIVE ME?" Uh, yeah, unless you ask for more. Bitch.
Other people ask for a lot, then say I put on too much and tell me to take some off.
I've had people say "I want mayonnaise" and when I squirt it on they say "I didn't want mayonnaise." --???!!!!! One person told me "I want all the veggies~" I put on olives. "Oh wait I didn't want olives!" Laughs as I am forced to pick every olive off the sandwich.

Some customers are just plain assholes.
We have a regular who comes in, complains about EVERYTHING; "do you have lemons?" then he wants three pickles, two big tomatoes--"why are these all small? I GUESS those'll do"--a couple "bananas"--"a couple means TWO!"--a little lettuce, "do you have lemons?", two pieces of green pepper, mayo, "and I want a LOTTA napkins," "do you have lemons?" Then he proceeds to complain about his day/week/year, how he wants to shoot Obama in the face, he needs more napkins, "do you have lemons?" he wants to buy a drink, why is it so expensive, "you guys must be making a ton off of people like me" YES, *I* AM SO MAKING BANK OFF PEOPLE LIKE YOU. /one-fingered salute
Just last week, we had a huge group come in and order about twenty sandwiches. The kids LEFT ALL THEIR TRASH ON THE TABLES. And the parents LAUGHED IT OFF as they walked out the door.


I think......I think I've started to hate my job because, even though I am the nicest person there (well, next to Montique--he always greets people like a hyper puppy that is just so happy to see you) people treat me like shit. I understand that Subway is fast food, but I am not less than anyone else just because I work there. I am sick and tired of family and friends asking me when I'm getting a "real" job. I've even had a regular customer and pretty cool guy, who hadn't come in for a couple months, ask me seriously, "You're still working here?" .....No, I'm not still working here. That's why I'm making your sandwich.
But what he meant was, I'm sure, "Why haven't you found a real job?"


This is what I want to know:
Why the hell isn't my job a real fucking job? Yes, I work for minimum wage and there are no raises or benefits. It beats being unemployed in a country that has, what, a 10 percent unemployment rate? And anyway, America is so fucking consumerist and capitalist that jobs are being outsourced, benefits are disappearing, and health insurance companies even train their employees to figure out how they can deny people the health insurance that they're paying for. WHY IS AMERICA THE ONLY FIRST WORLD COUNTRY WITH NO FREE HEALTH CARE??? Europeans and Australians and others are laughing at us on their way to the hospital. AUSSIES, America. While the people in the "land of the free" die from curable diseases because they can't afford treatment and over-priced medicines.


I got off track, but here is my question to all:
If every employee quit working at fast food joints, who the hell would make your goddamn food, America? Fuck you and fuck your fat asses.