Colleen is Creative

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.

Read part 1

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.

Today was quite the crafty day! My “Pintrest Mondays” group met and I had a friend come over and help me make a gift for another friend.

I’ll do a separate post for what was made in the Pintrest group later, but until then, here are a few little peeks into my cleaned up craft nook!

I normally am not that big of a fan of the color yellow, but these vintage curtains I got from my mom’s childhood home and a thrifted vintage mirror seem to claim otherwise…

You can view more of the nook over on my my mommy blog entry from when I first got it all set up.

So hey! I started a blog right before the holidays! Smart! By now, the holiday decorations have been put away and I’m moving on to cleaning up other “problem” areas of the house. Today’s project – my studio. Shortly before my mother in law came to visit for Christmas, we dumped all of the house clutter into my studio and called it a day. Well now, I’m going through it all! I found a bunch of stuff my parents brought me from my high school days, like:

Evidence of my overachieving from when I lived and breathed debate & chorus. I now have that perfect attendance award on display in my studio, because obv.

Another thing I found was a legal pad with “Diary of a Donut Hoe” scribbled across the top in purple gel pen. My first job was working at Dunkin’ Donuts, and I hated it. I worked alone in the shop and it was creepy as hell; and slow most of the time. So I wrote stuff down. Title comes from my friend Kristine. She used to make fun of me; calling me a “Donut Hoe” because I “pimped” donuts all day.

I really don’t need to keep this legal pad, but I’ve kept it for so long I feel like I must immortalize these words. So here they are. Fair warning: I haven’t read the pages. I have no idea what they say, I’m just going to type them up. Enjoy.

Diary of a Donut Hoe: Part 1

I hate my job. I work alone in a donut shop that is almost always empty, for minimum wage. It used to be ok, but lately, people have stopped coming; and those that haven’t are cheap. My tips have suffered greatly.

When there’s no one here and nothing else to do, I either read or write. It’s frustrating though, because my most interesting thoughts come to me when I’m serving the customers. I always make it a point to write in front of the security camera. I sometimes wonder if my boss cares when he watches the tape. I guess it doesn’t matter though; I have too much power here. I tried to get fired once and got a raise.

As for my physical appearance at work, it’s not that impressive. I just don’t care. I wake up an hour before I have to leave, and stay in bed until 30 minutes beforehand. Then, I put my hair into a messy ponytail, pull on my wrinkled pants, grab my (sometimes clean) shirt off the floor, and put on my visor. No makeup, nothing. The visor is the only part of my uniform I like. It has little pins on the sides, and glitter on the front logo. My mom told me to take it all off because I “don’t work at Fridays” but I won’t. My favorite pin says “Welcome to Hell.” Sounds about right.

God, what a jerk I was. Oh noes, lower tips and a raise for slacking off. Flipping through the pages, the theme continues, but I’m still going to post them. So have fun with that.