Aww, RIP Mr. Iwata. You dun good. Only 55 too, too young.
In other news, I don't enjoy my job any longer. It might just be because of the fact that I'm working the same damn shift all the time and it's getting boring and monotonous to the point where I could nearly do it in my sleep, but honestly I'm growing to hate it. I don't like the fact that my empathy for people has gone down as a result of working there, I don't like the fact that working there basically takes up my entire day (I shouldn't be complaining there though given that there's people who work way longer than I do in shittier jobs, but still) and leaves me with no motivation to clean up or eat or anything, I don't like that between working there and going to karate I've no free time to hang out with what few friends I've managed to make - ironically due to working there - I either do karate or work, nothing else aside from go on the internet during the transitions from one to the other, I'm even growing to dislike the food I give to people, and I'm not in a position in life right now where I have to worry overly much about money because I'm a lucky fucker and don't have to pay rent right now - again, I shouldn't be complaining when there are people in much direr straits than I am but I can't help it - I'm pretty sure the only reason I still work there is because the person I'm in love with works there. If they left I couldn't give less of a fuck, even though I like the people I work with and enjoy talking to them I never hang out with them outside of work anyway and their appreciation isn't enough to offset the bone deep weariness this thing gives me. I just ...
I'm tired of throwing out over 200-300 dollars worth of food every time I work because of the store manager's insistence on keeping a full selection long after rush hours have gone by. I'm tired of having to throw out fucking cookies and danishes and shit like that instead of bringing it up to the break room or something for the night staff because apparently that would be stealing from the company and surely throwing it all out is less wasteful. I'm tired of doing nothing more with my life than giving food to people. I wanna do more than that with my existence.
Of course probably a good 40% of the discontent I feel right now is due to the emotional turmoil working with the person I'm in love with causes, but I can't really do anything about that so I'm not really counting it.
Sigh. Either this or further school, neither of which I enjoy, since both of them pretty much serve to crush my self esteem, sleep cycle, emotional balance, and hygiene. Only difference is that with this I'm not paying for it.
I'd say I'm probably only this despondent because I've been working 4 days in a row which due to my fucked up sleep cycle effectively means I've spend 32 straight hours there, but then I realize that spending a lot of time at your job shouldn't make one seriously question the futility of their existence.
Fuckin emotions man.