I worked at Dunkin’ Donuts in high school. While cleaning my house, I found an old legal pad with “Diary of a Donut Hoe” scribbled across the top in purple gel pen. These are the entries.
I feel really bad for writing and reading all the time. I mean, I’m getting paid to do nothing. I’m sure I’m supposed to feel happy about this, but I end up feeling worthless. I have no real purpose here. No one would really miss me if I quit. It’s not like someone else couldn’t do this job. I don’t even make the donuts. Boring! I need to find something more active to do.
It’s not like I haven’t tried to get a new job. Granted, I haven’t been trying all that hard, but it’s so frustrating! No one seems to want me. I don’t think they like that I can only work four days a week. I think that’s pretty reasonable for a part time job, but maybe they feel that they have to be available for me, which is not a plus. And so, I sit here. *laughs* I bet when they call my boss to see what kind of worker I am, he tells them that I sit around and write all day. Lovely. I’ve condemned myself.
Whaaaaaah whaaaah whaaaah. I never did get another part time job until I had some college classes under my belt. Looking back, my boss most likely did not trash talk me to perspective employers. That guy non-inappropriately loved me. I would get scheduled for the 5am shift, not show up on time, and tell him “You know I’m no good to you until 7am” and he would laugh and say “Oh, Colleen, you’re right”…AND THEN I WOULD GET TO SHOW UP AT 7, NO PROBLEM. That just doesn’t happen.






