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not sure what's worse...no contact from someone I'm worried about or someone always bitching at me about how much time I devote to someone I currently have no contact with....
 
Belegon said:
not sure what's worse...no contact from someone I'm worried about or someone always bitching at me about how much time I devote to someone I currently have no contact with....

:kiss: Here you go, tons of good thoughts and hugs.
That's the best I can do right now, I'm afraid.
 
Belegon said:
not sure what's worse...no contact from someone I'm worried about or someone always bitching at me about how much time I devote to someone I currently have no contact with....

I hear you man... ride with it, it comes to an end.
 
i want it.
really bad
im not going down without a fight so if you dont hire me, youd better be prepared for a phone call and mega questions.
honest to god, what am i? chopped livah?
 
I just don't get it,
In a world filled with billions of people,
some good,
some bad,
why is it that I can find the one or two,
that totally fuck up my life?

Kizmet or Karma?
 
Blackie Malone said:
I just don't get it,
In a world filled with billions of people,
some good,
some bad,
why is it that I can find the one or two,
that totally fuck up my life?

Kizmet or Karma?
my step dad used to say:
"vella, you're a shit magnet."
hrm....
 
Why does everyone keep asking me if I'm okay? I'm fine. I wish people would stop.

This is going to be my little complaint. I haven't complained in a long fucking time, and I AM a complainer. So, all you complainers, like me :D, know how I feel.

Here goes:


Yeah, I'm under a ton of stress. The girl at work is taking over some of my duties while I'm going to school. I work 6 days a week. I got to school 5 days a week. I still get the same crap at work. Thank God for school. At 8 A.M. Hemingway is a nice break. At 9:30 A.M. psychology with an anal retentive "Dr." is refreshing. So, girl at work is taking over some inventory duties. Yeah, she's new to it. That's fine. She has questions. That's fine. She won't quit complaining about how hard it is to do the inventory while everything else at work. That's understandable, but then she keeps saying how she doesn't understand how I did it all the time. Shit, I had to do all that and then more. I had to do it all. No one ever showed me sympathy. She said she goes home every night with a headache and if this keeps up she may quit. I felt the same way. Every day. Ask my then wife. She can tell you. I did it though.

Honestly, I'm about to quit now. I put in for my vacation a MONTH in advance. Now, I'm being told I can't take it. WTF? They can't find the coverage. That's not MY problem. That's why I told you guys a month in advance. I'm more than half tempted to take it and tell them that. Hey, not my problem. I'm not the scheduler.

The good news is I just got a raise. The bad news is it's union. Meaning, in 2009 I'll be making an extra 90 cents!!!! Whooooo hoooo!!!! *highly sarcastic*

I do so much for that place it's not even funny.

Now, what sparked all this. I work retail. Albeit in a mostly good neighborhood, it's still retail.

So, I'm waiting on a usual customer and she asks me if I'm okay. Not knowing I wasn't, I say sure. I said I was fine. She said, "Oh, well you're not smiling like you usually do." So, we chat for a few more seconds, she leaves, then my boss says I need to smile more. Why?! I'm not a smiley box. I NEVER was. The fact that I'm not smiling as much now is only because I'm trying to grow up. I'm trying to be more professional and focused. What do you want me to do? Smile and screw things up or get the job done? I'm getting the job done. Fuck you. Fuck smiling.

I'm not even rude or anything. I'm a bit blunt and direct, which doesn't come off as very friendly, but I'm not throwing shit, yet anyway.

The sad fact is I think my blurt here is enough of a word count for my English Lit essay. Man, I could be done with it by now. ;)

People are so worried I'm going to slip back into depression. I'm not. You keep bugging me and I'll just leave. Not directed at anyone here on Lit. I just needed to get that out.

I'm beyond broke.
I'm overworked.
Underpaid.
Too much school.
Not enough sleep.
Next to no friends.
No social time.

So, yeah, life's actually pretty good. As odd as it sounds, I'm rather happy. All tha crap is just life. It happens. I'm still choosing to be happy, even if I don't smile. :D
 
The Mystery Valiant said:
I could see that the fire was burning toward Evalu's cabin and I knew she must have left already, but still, I was nervous for her safety. Driving the roads in the mountains in the forest full of smoke can be decieving, I couldn't find the turn-off to her cabin. Down and off to the left, I saw the bright yellow,massive overcoats near the fire truck and felt some ray of hope that the fire might falter before those determined hearts. I looked up and I could barely see the blue sky beyond the smothering grey and black couds of ashen remnants of the demon fire. I turned to walk up the slope when I was surprised by a tree that popped up in my vision. I avoided the mirage that my mind left off somewhere else. Having been discombobulated by the mishap, I had to strip the slope with several missteps up the slope. By the time I reached the dirt road I was exhausted. Again I looked in the direction of Evalu's cabin and I couldn't see the slope that it was on. After catching my breath once again, I got into my car and struggled with the twists and turns, through the occasional smoke to try and find a way to her cabin.

Nice words.
 
I'm a bad mom.
I know it's wrong to load a bowl of chips up, turn on cartoons downstairs and rush upstairs because my wife is in the shower, but...
 
lucky-E-leven said:
I'm a bad mom.
I know it's wrong to load a bowl of chips up, turn on cartoons downstairs and rush upstairs because my wife is in the shower, but...
She's being fed.........go for it!!!!
 
going to get through tonight...gonna do it....going to go to sleep early....putting the dark where it belongs.
 
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