no leaders, please

I don't think I can work in one place for too long. I need to change. I need for my place of work to change.
The YMCA does not do this for me. What it does do is force me to supervise the same weekly program for the same bratty kids. And since I go to work after school, it prevents me from sneaking in an episode of Dexter before my father, who does not approve of me watching such things, gets home.
All work and no Dexter makes Laura hit children.

(Just kidding)

Working at the YMCA makes me miss my previous place of work, the privately owned Encore Theatre. There I experienced real variation. I miss it.

I miss learning that there were energy pills hidden in the ceiling upstairs.
I miss experimenting with slushie-pop mixes when no one was looking
I miss hearing stories of mice who peacefully and patiently observed the employees.
I miss hearing a grown man scream as mice ran out from under the dumpster out back.
I miss the life-sized cutout of Barack Obama.
I miss singing.
I miss dancing.
I miss my friends!

The Y is not for me. I am not the sporty type, and I find it difficult to befriend those who are. I thought I'd be happier working at Chapters, but I have realized from observing the "Staff Pick" stickers that most of them are romance-crazed females. I wish they were all Steve's.

Or at least the type who hide energy pills in the ceiling.

Hold Your Tongue!

I just wanted to say that I am currently going through my first bad break-up, but am NOT going to go on about it. I just wanted to set an example for any lonely teenagers who may come across this, because I find their blogs a waste of the English language, as well.