August 13th

Unfortunately, our dance classes have been reduced to twice a month, mainly due to the high cost of learning.

The moves have gotten more involved and complicated, that paired with less time with an instructor, makes for some slow learning.

There really hasn't been anything extremely interesting or funny, although for our class this coming week, we don't have our normal instructor, instead we have our partner instructor, whom we haven't worked with yet, and the guy, though seems nice, doesn't seem to fit our style of learning which, needs to be relaxed, or else the boyfriend and I tend to get nervous, causing us to mess up easier, get flustered when we DO mess up and unable to recoup and do it right the next time.

So, I decided, when creating this thing that I wouldn't use it as an outlet to just bitch and complain, but I do have a few things I need to get off my chest.

Mostly work. I have voiced to anyone who knows me, that I hate my job. I hate getting up in the morning, I hate having to spend 8 or more hours there each day, I hate a lot of the people I work with, and I hate a lot of the customers I have to deal with. Don't get me wrong, there are positives, I like some customers, I like some coworkers, but as is anything in life, the negatives are more felt and easier to see than the positives...easier to dwell on, easier to think about at the end of the day when trying to wind down at home.

I am a lowly bank teller, this I know, this I accept. I accept this because I know that I will do better things with my life after school, all in due time. Although, in the mean time, I have to do the best I can with what I have. But when a comment is made to me about how I am basically the dirt of the company and should be treated as such... that is the sort of cruel comment that sticks and hurts. Of every job I have ever had, of all the lowly positions I have held, I have never felt so ashamed or simply bad about what I do.

I pride myself of doing whatever job I hold and doing it well, if it has been cashiering, working as a customer service rep., rental associate at a costume shop, serving, anything... I do whatever I do well. I have been working on having a positive attitude at work to try and make it less painful, I have been meeting my sales goals, but when someone brings you down as much as I was just the other day, it really takes the wind out of your sails, and makes me get my resume ready to get out of there into something, anything different.

I know that every job out there has its ups and downs, I have heard it a thousand times, but I have NEVER been disrespected like that from a coworker, customers, sure, but never a coworker. To have someone like that, who has no respect for the people that are supposed to be teammates, constantly talks down to everyone who are, in reality, on the same plain, no one is above anyone else in this situation, it gets to a point where it is no longer worth it.

So, there is my venting session. In other news, I am going on vacation to Door County this upcoming weekend, so I should have plenty of pictures and some really awesome experiences. The whole weekend will be done by the seat of our pants other than zip lining on Saturday... that I absolutely cannot wait for.

Until then...

Dancing the night away...

At last, I have finally found something to write about, other than daily complaints and post-pubescent teen rants, that tend to sound a lot like current pubescent teen rants.

The boyfriend and I have been taking some beginner dance lessons and decided that the time together, the excercise and new experiance is really something awesome.

Though when dance class is finished, I feel kind of like a puppy who learned new tricks the way they pat us on the head (in the form of high fives) and tell us what a good job we did.

Our instructer is amazingly patient and hilarious... she even made a joke of it when I stepped on her and made her toe bleed.

I don't have too much to say now, but I am sure as time goes on, I will have many more stories to come.