quiet rage

tonight, i was told by one of the cooks that i needed a boyfriend to control me. i really didn't know how to take that. this was how it went:
him: "amelia, you get boyfriend?"
me: "no"
him: "too bad, you need one fo' control you"

i flipped out and told him that he's lucky he's working in the kitchen because if he said that to my face, i'd be much more upset and do something i'd regret.

my worth is not defined by whether or not i have a man in my life. regardless of having a man or not, there will be days when i just have a small amount of patience. today was one of them.

why must ppl be so shallow?

last week, someone from work told me i was fat when she first met me last year. i'm the same size. my clothes fit me just the same.

can people think of things better to talk about.

lately, i've been dreaming of work a lot. and they're pretty disturbing dreams. one was of me yelling at a customer and another one was of my manager judging the amount of whipped cream i put on my desserts.

i need to get away.

two more months here