I hated yesterday with passion of firey hatred.
I hated that I walked out of the Olive Garden with $185 for 3 days' worth of work. That is just NOT right on the weekend.
I hated that the office is not going to give me 30+ hours or a raise.
I hated that I have to work retail until Hell freezes over to make ends meet.
And I *hated* feeling like I wasted my time earning a 4 year degree.
I hate that I feel a little like a man without a homeland ... in the sense that I don't really know what I want to do with the rest of my life; I just know that I want to make more than $17,000/annually.
I really want out of retail.
Like ... REALLY really. I swear I'm a smart cookie. I didn't go to college just so I can be a waitress.