I'm probably losing my mind. In the real way. I've got too much riding on the fact that I get something better than popcorn by March... when I promised myself I'd have something better by June.
I feel almost like the punchline to a joke people tell. Oh hey, what got a college degree and still works in a popcorn shop being paid next to nothing, and most definitely not enough to pay off loans and then get health insurance on top of it (because as if that cheap-ass popcorn place would provide it!).
Honestly I should start my own insurance company. Do it the right way. No executives being paid six figures to sit on their ass and do jack shit, no bullshit mail in six hundred pieces of shit to make sure you aren't lying about dying of cancer, but a straight-up local company that serves less than a hundred thousand people, heck, less than a hundred, so I'd know every single one of them personally. That's a lost art these days. Local companies. Everything's a chain, a corporate-controlled nightmare whose decisions aren't made by the people who see customers everyday, but by people who likely never had to work customer service because they were handed golden underpants by their parents.
What I don't get is, if this was always the case, why am I the only one who feels completely betrayed? I know I wasn't the only one lied to.