Caleb Pearson
Stories (2/0)
Tip Your Waitress
Well shit. I feel like shit. Pretty much the only time I write is when something is going wrong. Jobs aren’t for the weak. You get paid less than adequate to be abused by coworkers, managers, and customers; quite the four-way. I don’t want to be here. At this place where you are supposed to be chipper and if u aren’t then you don’t have the true spirit of the company. Why is it that when you encounter this your direct manager is a douche? Like you order a black T-shirt with the words “no regrets” bedazzled on the front and then the package you receive is a plain white T. You’ve been ripped off, they hid you from the shitty low brow managers and led you astray with the siren call and the smoke and mirrors of the upbeat managers you think you’re getting every day. Why not quit? Well. Becca, I’ll tell you; not everyone is lucky enough to have much choice in employment. Places tend to wipe their ass with your degree and push the rest of the selection process on looks and how white your name sounds.
By Caleb Pearson5 years ago in Humans
This Void
The void. The post-collegiate drift into sorrow to non-perfection. Flowing to the masses, crying out, am I without shame to my flock? Have they dispersed and allowed my darkness to consume me? To aid in the destruction of my longevity. And what do I say to my reflection; that bitch greets me with a reminder that I am not perfect; I am not what I set out to be.
By Caleb Pearson5 years ago in Motivation