Dear God,
can you let me know what’s going on? Why so many bad things happened at once? Housekeepers stole from me. Then I’m told to move out my hotel room and room with a colleague on the third floor. On top of it all I packed 4 suitcases. That means 4 suitcases filled to the brim had to be relocated. On top of it all, we have homework and a quiz tomorrow. It’s already 1am…I’m too tired to study!!! Then I had to copy my answers from my colleague whose handwriting I could barely even understand???
To make matters worse, I tell my supposedly friend, Clark, what I went through and this chump says to me, “If I were you I would pack my things and go home!” Like huh? You mean I should go home after I quit all my other jobs to be here? Then if that’s not bad enough, MY ROOM IS HALF THE SIZE OF THE ROOM I USED TO BE IN!!!
WHY GOD WHY? The Bible says to not question You…but really: Why God???
My colleague prayed that she would not have to change rooms…was it because she put her prayer in before I had the chance??
Why am I on this third floor in a smaller room? I’m suppose to always be thankful but THIS SUCKS!!! I’m exhausted. I hate this shit - I really do! Help me see why You put me here…goodnight
one more thing: why in the world did I try to be with this airline…they only pay $30 an hour??? And I now have to work SEVEN DAYS A WEEK???? Wouldn’t it have been better to stay making 20 bucks an hour and not have to work so much and not have to be stuck on a plane and not even enjoying where I live. My instructor said she’s never at her house…she just pays rent there!!!! What an awful existence!!!!!
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