It’s all about the…Job
Stop reading. I just had to type this out.
I lost my job last week. I got a new one by the end of the same week. My family isn’t that happy about it. What’s the job you say? Well it’s a bike courier job. I’m excited about, but of course it’s not Google.
Now it’s time to feel like the bottom of the barrel at family functions. “What do you do Sid?”, “Oh, I’m a bike courier. I deliver food around LA on my bike. Pretty cool huh?” “Yeah…sure it is. Until you get hit by a car! hahaha”…
I didn’t even wait two days before getting a new job. I found the couriers, and I went for it.
I’m complaining like a 16 year old. I’m writing like one too. Woooooo
At least I can still get Chelsea groomed and buy her the medicine she needs.
I’m going to try to not let my family get to me. Not put me down even though they think they’re helping me out.
If you’ve read this far then you care about me. Thanks. If you’re Kayla then hi. I miss you.