“You,” by Atmosphere

Working in retail is different enough from my old job that I can appreciate some things while still hating others. My store job is easier in some ways, but it’s also at times stressful and painful. After all, you don’t cut your hands on small appliance boxes when you’re behind a desk all day. At work I am on my feet for hours on end, which fortunately I got used to, but it’s still kind of exhausting. I work hard, I have to focus on what I am doing the whole time and I certainly don’t have my own office. I know there are people with far worse jobs that are much more miserable and hard to do, but I have to say I really feel like a hard working person with this physically demanding job. Much more so than I did in PR. That said, I feel like I am going to seriously appreciate whatever job I end up with after this and not take it for granted as much. Bring on the suffering!

Also, it helps me relate to awesome songs like this one:

“You,” by Atmosphere

You love the people that love you.
You hear the music they move to.
You give your ode to the fall through.
But you don’t know you don’t know you don’t know you don’t know.

You just got off work, huh?
Another night feeling like the worst one.
You didn’t even count your tips yet,
But you can tell that it ain’t no big step.
I don’t see why you so nice to customers
They’re all fucks and low lives.
But don’t fight, just keep the lip stiff
And get that money it’s the weekend shift.
But why they all gotta be freaks.
Wish they would just eat and leave.
And keep they eyes to theyselves, already insecure, don’t need any help.
But you can blame the pride that makes you hold your anger inside,
But deep down you wanna curse them all.
Fuck off, asshole jerk off, dirt ball.

You love the people that love you.
You hear the music they move to.
You give your ode to the fall through.
But you don’t know you don’t know you don’t know you don’t know you.

Now attitude check,
Still show up? You haven’t quit yet?
And even when you’re meek and sweet,
They still treat you like a piece of meat. Huh.
Outrageous, each day this clock tick tock and you still a waitress.
Trying to pay them student loans
And the lights and the phone and the food and the home.
And you ain’t quite broke but you couldn’t afford that place on your own.
Gotta roommate, to split the rent with
Now you never feel independent.
And everything seems so hallow
Cause after work, where’d that smile go?
Better bring it back tomorrow.
Now, pick up the pace and you might make bar close.
Perfect, last call then some.
Flirtin’, sexual tension.
Surfin’, through them men
Cause they all searching for that bent one.
But just one to bend, and you look like you could be my friend.
With a smile like that, I gotta flirt.
Girl, you just look like you got off work.

You love the people that love you.
You hear the music they move to.
You give your ode to the fall through.
But you don’t know you don’t know you don’t know you don’t know you.

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