Okay, so tomorrow I am giving my manager my notice of resignation and I am SO friggen' excited! Because that means that I only have one more month of work! *squeeeee!*

Honestly, yes I do bitch quite a lot about my job, but it's not the job per say that I hate, more the people (*cough* management!) I deal with on a day to day basis. Our establishment caters to the middle-aged and elderly upper-class citizens of Southern Ontario, so you can imagine the snobbery I put up with some days. So, me being a young working-class woman, I really don't appreciate the "I-have-money-therefore-I-am-better-than-you-lower-class-peons" attitude. At all. It really isn't good for your self-esteem, being treated as a servant just because you are not privleged enough to be born into money or have a wealthy spouse to provide for you.
Oh well. One of these days, I'll be retired and on a teacher's pension... and they'll be dead. That sounded really morbid, but I didn't mean it in a derranged way

**Note**
Ugh! Some how I managed to hit some key that posted this entry before I was finished D: Dunno how I managed that... *shrugs*