Dear Progression,

I feel like you do not exist in my life right now. I really just want to go back to school and get out of the stupid pizzeria I work for. I want to move on with my future and I am struggling to realize that some people don't share that urge with me. I do not quite understand that people are okay with mediocracy. Why don't you strive for better? For the future? For forward progression?

On a note not necessarily related to you, I feel stuck at my current job. I work for a pizzeria that I honestly couldn't hate more. Not only do I have issues with customers, but also I have issues with my co workers. I do not understand these kids that come into work at 18 years old and are tired after a 4 hour shift. I was working ten to twelve hour shifts everyday when I was 18 so I don't understand why they can't handle it. And when they are there, it isn't like they are working their asses off. In fact, they usually don't do much at all. I end up picking up the slack. I do not make enough money, so I have been begging for hours. Unfortunately they cannot afford to give me more hours. Which drives me nuts. The boss was complaining that she worked 100 hours in one pay period. She is the owner. It is her business so I do not understand what the big deal is. I mean, I guess it would be one thing if she worked while she was there. Instead, she chooses to sit there and play on her phone. That's not work. She makes everyone pick up the slack for her. Then complains when I don't have the time to do all of the things she did not do during the slower lunch rushes. I work the nights. The busy shifts. She is never there for those. And further more, she has begun taking our tips, for an "employee fund" it's bullshit. I used to complain about my old boss, but at least she didn't fuck with my money.

Then there are the customers... Oh my sweet customers. Don't get me wrong, I have a few regulars that make my job very easy, and they are a joy to serve. However there are some that make me hate my job more than anything. Patience people. If I'm on the phone with a customer I will be with you in a maximum of two minutes. Stop tapping your damn, overpriced  manicured nails at me ma'am. I will be right with you. And if you can afford those gaudy nails, you can afford to put a dollar in the  tip jar for those that have to work shitty pizza jobs to make ends meet. Also. If you order a pick up and then drive it 15 miles back home, guess what?! It's going to be cold... We don't have heated boxes. Don't call me and whine about it. I'm not giving you anything, because that too comes out of my paycheck. Got it? Great!

I'm sorry this pre holiday post is so negative. I have better news to come tomorrow.
-xoxo, Jessi