so, i have to remember that even though i totally HATE my friday and saturday job, i have to keep it, and excel. luckily, and i swear this is true, i would never pretend this, when i half-ass it? they still seem to love me! it's not that i TRY to half-ass it, and when i do, i can hear my mom's voice in my brain. she says, "REALLY?! this is NOT the woman i raised. get out there and DO YOUR FUCKING JOB!" but i mean. i don't know why, but even when i'm an idiot, these people love me!!! but i would NEVER bank on that.
actually, that is, unfortunately, probably not true.
i can see a day in my future when, if i hate it enough, i could totally do that.
so, what do i do?
i try to keep my head in the game. because, really. there are so many people that have NO jobs, and i have two. i was one of those people with no job, not that long ago. i just have to remember what it was like to be that person.
it'll all work out.
:)
10 September 2011
08 September 2011
figuring it out.
so, i'm at the tail end of the second week at my new job. and, can i just say? I. LOVE. IT. i'm back in my element: the work is insanely easy, and everyone is marveling at my ability to work so quickly. this is where i shine.
and i can't tell you how hard it is to not delete that last sentence. but i'm going to keep it. i'm going to give myself credit. i'm going to let myself be proud of what i'm accomplishing, and look forward to what i WILL accomplish in the future.
ok, i better hit publish now, before i lose my nerve.
:)
and i can't tell you how hard it is to not delete that last sentence. but i'm going to keep it. i'm going to give myself credit. i'm going to let myself be proud of what i'm accomplishing, and look forward to what i WILL accomplish in the future.
ok, i better hit publish now, before i lose my nerve.
:)
02 September 2011
it's fine.
so, i'm a bit tipsy. but, the fact that i just pigged out on salmon and pasta, instead of cheeseburgers and fries is better. right? RIGHT?!
01 September 2011
oy vey.
i'm pretty sure spending three hours cleaning a ten year old boy's bedroom counts as a workout.
MY. GOD.
but, i gotta say, i'm kind of proud of myself. got a decent night's sleep last night, went to work, came home and right away attacked the room. and now? i'm working on laundry.
this is one of the more productive days i've had in a VERY long time.
if i'm getting all of this done so i can be totally lazy tomorrow, it still counts, right??
;)
MY. GOD.
but, i gotta say, i'm kind of proud of myself. got a decent night's sleep last night, went to work, came home and right away attacked the room. and now? i'm working on laundry.
this is one of the more productive days i've had in a VERY long time.
if i'm getting all of this done so i can be totally lazy tomorrow, it still counts, right??
;)
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