I hate to clean, but I work at a cleaning chemical supplies warehouse. >_> I get paid 8$ and hour, 40 hours a week to package chemical pacs, and/or bottles. I kind of hate labeling or filling the boxes with any of the bottles. I only like counting the chempacs that go in a jar or tub. You can order the chemicals for a spray bottle or you can use it for a mop. But they can come in jars of 20, 40, or 80 (unless its a special order). And tubs of 80, 100, or 120. Most of the chemical pacs smell really good, but sometimes it becomes too much. My favorite chempac is fresh scent bathroom cleaner :D It's pretty cool though because whether you have a bucket to mop or a sprayer, all you have to do is fill either up with water and drop one of the pacs inside. The plastic dissolves and the chemical inside of it disperses.
Other than the 3 adults in the warehouse, there are 9 younger people, myself included. There's Bruce, Chris, Veronica, Jess, Carl, Josh, Jack, and me of course, and the last guy is one of the two that started today so I don't remember his name. 3 of the people that work there have are foreign. Marco is from Panama. Verna is from Jamaica, and Irwin is from Brazil. Marco speaks Spanish, and it's pretty cool. Cause if you think about it, Spanish is his first language, so when he wants to tell you something he thinks of it in his head as Spanish and then translates it in there before speaking. Then there's people in the office, but we're never in there.
My parents seperated when I was in seventh grade. It didn't really bother me, but I used it as an excuse to do whatever I wanted. The only negative about it is that my dad now lives 45 minutes from me. But I've been with him all summer. When school starts it will be nice to see my mom more often, but then I'll start missing my dad again. That's the only bad thing about divorce, but it makes me wonder how couples who are celebrating their 50th anniversaries have stayed together so long. My grandparents can't stand each other anymore. I don't want to end up like that, miserable. I want to feel the way I do today 50 years from now. I'm in love to the point where I don't know what to do with myself. I can't be next to you without feeling my heart beat out of my chest. You make me feel young. When we're young, we think we are invincable. I feel like together we can do anything.
"Love is living in the real world and seeing the it for the filthy, depressing thunderstorm it is and still finding someone to call your umbrella."
