Pajama Art

Chicagoooooo

I just want to say that I’m glad that something is FINALLY working out for me. I have spent forever trying to get to Chicago. I just want to move there and go to school there in the worst way. And every time I try to make it happen, no one supports me and my dreams get crushed. Well, after enough negotiating (and a lot of “Fuck you all, I’m doing what I want to do now”), I am going to Chicago! I will be leaving January 15 from NYC by train and getting to Chicago on the 16th. I will be staying at the Chicago Getaway Hostel and leaving on the 27th and getting home the 28th. I plan on doing everything in my power to find a place to live and possibly a job if I can get the place to live early on. Let’s see how this goes! I can’t wait to freeze my ass off :-)

Some Lady Tell ME I’m a Sellout?!

So, I finally got a job a few weeks ago. About time, right? 

The only place willing to hire me was A.C. Moore, the crafts store. It’s an interesting place that I’ve shopped at for maybe 6 years now, the past four have been effy once I had to seriously but things like paper in bulk and paint sets and all that fun jazz. The place is damn expensive. So, for the past four years I survived off of Dick Blick.

So now I work at this store and we carry garbage. We even carry the accessories for garbage. It’s that fantastic! That’s why when I help people in the 3 aisles dubbed the “Fine Art” section, and they seem pretty chill, I like to recommend them to other places or tell them how to do it for cheaper. I always need to make sure my creeper boss isn’t looking over my shoulder though.

My boss is a totally awesome different story. I thought I had it bad for the 3 days when I worked at the Waffle House. It was like 3AM and the restaurant was empty, no one wanted a waffle, go figure! I sat down on one of those stills and my manager who was training me that night freaked out and told me to NEVER sit where a customer would sit because sometimes the owner of the restaurant would sit in his car across the street to “observe” his employees to make sure they were trustworthy. Excuse me? That’s fucking CREEPY. I quit that shit the next day.

Anyways, my boss is another total creeper. He like to come up behind you and put his arms up on the wall of your cash register booth and just STARE at you. No subtlety about it. Full on STARING. And after 3 minutes of him STARING at you while you nervously ring up customers, you screw up because it’s just that fucking uncomfortable and then he lectures. If you DON’T screw up, he’ll ask “What are you doing?” 

What am I doing? What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?! Seriously?! SERIOUSLY?!

None of the management even like the guy. I remember closing 2 weeks ago and one of my managers went in his office and came out dropping the F-Bombs like a WWII bomber.

“He must really think he has it fucking made if he thinks I’m going to fucking clean up after his lazy ass. If he really fucking thinks that he’s gotta another fucking thing coming. Garbage! All over the fucking floor. Like I’m gonna fucking pick it!”

It was a great moment. And then she apologized for her potty mouth but I didn’t mind.

At least the people I work with are pretty chill though. We all get along. There’s maybe one person I don’t like and that’s just because she’s so negative and COMPLAINS AND COMPLAINS about having to do WORK. Yes, we have to WORK. It’s a JOB. It SUCKS and thats life. Deal with it.

The customers are another story. I get a lot of stupid ones and others who want you to bend over backwards just so you can convince them to buy a roll of ribbon or ball of yarn. I had a high school cheerleader come in and ask me about matching a color of ribbon. I found a good match and she wanted to know how much was in it. I told her 3 yards. She asked me, “How many feet are in a yard? Two?” Her friend said it was TWO. I just let it go and walked the hell away.

Sometimes I feel like the place is already picking at parts of my soul and sucking it away. It’s like my own personal dementor. I already told myself I’d work here for 2 years MAX. I just want to save up some money for graduate school and to move to Chicago. It really is time I say goodbye to Scranton. I’m sick of bumping into everyone I knew and never wanted to see again.

And this is where my life is going or really, I’m just waiting for it to start. I just work at this place working for money, and I just really hate money. A lady asked me how I knew so much about all the “artsy stuff” and I told her I had a degree in it. She told me that I was a sellout and needed to get a more honorable job. If I could I would, lady.