Okay everyone,

I would really only wish this to happen to my worst enemy. Getting ditched at work might be bad to some, not a big deal for others... for those of you who are okay with it, well, you obviously don't live where I do.

I work at a drugstore that (unknown to me) are allowed to share employees. I work at one that is five minutes away from my house, relatively safe streets, awesome co-workers and they make sure I have a ride before I leave. My supervisor asked me if I would like extra hours. I thought since school is starting, I might as well try to scramble to get some so I agreed. This other store is far away from my house, about a half an hour. Safe during the day, at night, not so much, as are my streets.

I walked there at 4:20 and got there pretty early. I was ready to start working, but these people at this store do not know what they are doing. They didn't know how to add me into the computer, they didn't know how to get me a password and a code number, nothing. I waited for about fifteen minutes while they tried to figure out what to do. They came up with some complicated thing, where the other cashier uses some other till and I use hers. She called tech support to try and add me in and then we switched again. Waste of time.

Things were going fine. She (the other cashier) seemed nice. Was older than me by alot, but she was pretty cool. Was a Euro so had an accent and was sort of iffy on things, but understandable. She tried to help me but counted money wrong and did things wrong. Keep in mind she has been working there for thirteen years.

Night hits. I need a ride.

I told her before she set the alarm that I needed to make a call. I waited at front cash so she could give me the "okay" to use the phone, but for some reason she seemed in a hurry to leave. I asked the releif pharmacist if she had a cell, and she didn't. Neither did the other cashier. I was worried a bit because I had no way of getting home at 9:20 at night. Crazies are loafting the streets and I had to walk? I don't think so. She said we only had a minute before the alarm went off and basically shooed me out of the store. My first impression of her shot down very fast.

We're standing there and I have no ride. I tell them this and Mary, (the pharmacist) says "There's a payphone over there." Good idea for people with money to make the call. I had no spare change and neither of them gave me any. Mary told me to go to the gas station across the intersection and use theirs. She used it once so apparently I would be able to also. I went like an idiot.

I ask the first guy who turns to the other. He goes "Do you have a phone?" He's like "No, this is a business phone." I waited until he was done with his customer in panic mode. I asked him in a frenzy to use it and he still refused. He tossed me a few quarters and told me to go to the payphone like the last girl. I was freaking out and this nice guy came from behind me asking if I needed help. He gave me two more quarters.

I called my mom in a panic and she came bolting down the street to come get me. Didn't take long. All in all, what the hell were my co-workers problems?

So thank you for leaving me. Thank you for driving off in your cars while I had to somehow get to a phone. I was supposed to go back today. I should be leaving in two minutes if I wanted to go. I don't want to though so screw her. I'm sorry to the manager who is nice, but he was sorry to me too. I refuse to go back and their manager was sorry. Luckily for me, my manager had no problem with me not going. My co-workers at my place of work couldn't believe what my mom told them. They felt bad and I never missed them as badly as I did yesterday night.

To wrap up, I did them a favor working for them and this is my reward? Piss off.

Fine.

Spilling your so called "guts" to people you don't even know on something you can't go back on once people have read it is no easy task. I'm not nervous about doing this. Just curious. I mean what am I expected to do here? Tell you everything that goes on with me? Whenever I feel let down, hurt, happy, sad or any thing else that day?

I think people underestimate just how easy it is to fake who you are when no one can see you. I can pretend to be everything I'm not and you couldn't tell. Why? Because I wouldn't be able to either.

If I write down everything will you even be appreciative? What will I become after you read my thoughts? After you read what I have to say? I'll either be "gay and on crack" or "honest and a hero." Either way, criticism is something no one on this planet can escape no matter how badly some of us want to. I will have to pretend it doesn't bother me, and keep writing for hopes that one day someone will compliment me on my thoughts and opinions.

Who am I really then? Someone I want to be, or someone I want people to accept? I don't think it matters. Like I said before, it's easy to fool someone when they have no clue who they're reading about.

That being said, I am whoever I want to be. Today, I am deep and thoughtful. Tomorrow I can be funny and care free. It doesn't matter who I am or what I write down.

I am who I want to be.