I have been hating work, and I try to think of the reasons. I feel lonely, outcasted and stressed when I am there. At home I spend my time dreading my return and literally counting hours to that wretched time. There is no bigger relief than leaving and nothing more painful than walking in. It's the same job, I do the same things as I did at the other Starbucks but it's faster, busier, and I feel pressured. I get told one thing by someone and another by someone else...then if when I choose, I always seem to pick the wrong thing for whoever I happen to be around and get in trouble for it. I have no friends there, I feel misplaced and awkward. It's miserable. I am considering looking for a new job, I have two weeks of my schedule, I can work around it until I find out but I dread the weeks ahead...and worse yet, what if I can't find another job? I want out but I need the money. I haven't even been here but two weeks and I can't stand it...

I never can do things right there, people keep looking at me and talking to me like I am stupid. I know what I am doing just...this store is so frustrating, as well as most of the people in it. Honestly, I want to make friends...I want to like it and I try to smile. Maybe it will get better? I just...I end up crying over dirty dishes every time I am there. Because of the job I feel pressured with my art at home, struggling to get things done, continuously being interrupted by the damn car breaking, or this annoying job. I know that's what a job is but this doesn't feel like my other jobs used it. I never hated it. I liked working when I was there, did my job well, came home and did my hobbies without issue. It's like everything is baring down painfully. I feel strained, depressed and strained.

Completely lost.