This is my third summer on Mackinac Island. Well, technically it's my forth, but I don't count the first one since I was here for a week and went home. So, it's my third. I am with the same company that I have been with since I got up here. Ryba's Fudge Shops.
In a nut shell, I work for Satan and I live in the bowels of hell. I hate it. So much. After last season I said that I wasn't going to come back. I had no intentions of it whatsoever. Then I got my contract in the mail this past winter and thought "what the hell, it's a job, it's better than doing nothing and my unemployment is going to run out around the time that they want me to come back". So I emailed the HR guy and asked him for better housing, said that I couldn't get it. So, I am in a dorm style house with a bunch of girls who seem to be getting younger and younger year after year. Luckily I have an awesome roommate. I knew her last summer, and when she got asked back she asked me if I was going back and we decided that we wanted to live together and not run the risk of getting a psycho roommate or anything like that.
So I sent my contract back in and waited for May 6 to get here.
It got here and I didn't want to leave. But Dave and I packed my car and we drove up here. And then I had to leave him. Got over here and settled in and got my work schedule for the week and started working. Then Dave came up on the 12...so not even a week after me, and it's is SO nice to have him here...to be able to see him instead of having to Skype him..it's such a relief.
But I think I have out grown this place. I am here for my third summer with this company and I am dealing with drunken girls who don't know how to handle their booze..a house mom who has curfews in place...I'm not 19, I don't need someone telling me what I can and can't do. I got a raise though. It's was .25. Yes, a QUARTER. A quarter after 3 years of being with these people...I hate it. We have too many girls working here, I'm not getting the hours I should be getting, it's just a pain in the ass. I miss home. I miss my apartment, I miss my cat, my dog, my life back in my apartment with Dave. He even misses it too.
I talked to my mom last night and she said that she was surprised that I even came up here. It's not like I am going to quit tomorrow or anything, I just need to go in and talk to my manager and see if there are going to fire and of the girls...if we are going to get more hours...and explain to her how I am feeling about it all and see where I go from there.
Growing up isn't at all what you would have thought it would be. The decisions you have to make are some of the hardest ever, and not knowing if they are the right ones makes it even worse. Ugh.
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