Don't you just sometimes hate life?

So, my day started out tired.

I woke up, dreading the fact that we had mock interviews today for University.

So, as the day passes, my unease, eases, and I have my interview and it all goes well. I was happy with how it all went.

But of course, when you're me, when something seems to be going right for you. Something worse just has to happen to balance it out. Because that's just how unfair life is.

Did I tell you that I'd been getting problems from ASDA? Probably not, because as Karma goes, I don't like to mention what's going good in my life because it usually means something bad is just around the corner, or just mentioning something that frustrates me, the big man upstairs thinks it's funny to screw with my life even worse and make what I'm frustrated about, and make everything ten times worse than what I thought it was going to be...

But moving back onto topic. So, I went into work on Saturday to do my computer training thing to be able to go on to the shopfloor and finally start working.

The man who took my training day, asked me if I'd had my shifts yet, to which I replied, no, I had not. So he got on the phone to the assistant manager or something of whomever runs the counters and asks her to come up and arrange some shifts with me.

So, I leave there feeling quite accomplished. I've met my assistant manager, and she says she'll phone me in a couple of days.

Tuesday comes. Nothing is heard. My mum says, maybe you should ring them and find out what's going on. I say, well, it was only Saturday, I'll leave her until tomorrow, because I don't want to come across as impatient.

Wednesday comes, and even though I'm hoping against everything, nothing comes through. I ring ASDA. Get through to the counters. Sorry she's not in today. Okay, I was ringing to find out what shifts I had, she told me on Saturday she'd give me a call in a few days with what shifts I'm supposed to be working. Okay, she said to me, I'll leave her a message tomorrow and she'll ring you.

I sat patiently all day today, and I heard no call. I was losing my patients. I hate feeling left in the dark. So, after I came home, I waited until 4.30 with the meager hope. Okay, maybe she's just waiting for me to come home from school before she rings me. Ha, me hoping that someone's being considerate for me. Thinking about my education first.

So, I ring her up. I say, Hey! It's Rebeca here, you told me on Saturday you'd give me a call about shifts that I'm supposed to be working. Oh, right, well, there's no shifts for you. We're over waged (or something I don't really remember, I was going into like depression on this point), and we can't take you on at the moment. I'll give you a call when something comes up. Me: Oh. Her: Bye now. She hung up.

I went downstairs.

Mam goes, so what shifts are you working? None. She said that there weren't any shifts for me.

What? She said that they couldn't afford it or something and she'd ring me if anything came up.

My mum then goes on some feeble attempts to cheer me up. I go to my room. I cry, because I think, why do I have to suffer like this? Everyone around me seems to get jobs easy enough. Then I remember, they knew the managers. They got their jobs because they know them and they've been promised a job. I cry some more.

Then I decide, what's the point in crying? I check websites for jobs. I apply for two.

I watch some Supernatural on the internet to see what happens. To try and cheer myself up.

But stray thoughts come to my mind. What am I supposed to do now? I was so happy when I got the job. I really needed it. Now I'm jobless again. I'm at square one. Again.

But, then I was thinking. Why did she not want me there? I wasn't even given a chance to show her that I could be a good worker. She seemed really impatient when I was on the phone to her, and I know now that I'm thinking about it, if I had not rang her, she would have never rang me. She was too scared to face me.

So now I'm at square one again.

Hopefully the future holds something bright for me, because if my life is going to be like this, then it's not going to be a happy one... It's going to be one on the poor side, where I'll struggle to keep a job and nothing will go my way....