30 day guarantee-- they can't have meant me...
So, work is actually going very well. Despite the fact that i'm still bored out of mind a majority of the time (as proof: i'm writing this). The good news is that i will probably be promoted next week! There's a 95% chance this will happen. i'm not exactly sure what i'll be dong, but i won't be scanning, and i'll be making more money, which is a joyous thing.
Now onto the random emotional stuff that refuses to form into coherent sentences:
I'm starting to feel like i might be selfish
at least, that's how i'm being treated.
I don't think it's selfish of me to expect you to give me attention
when i'm talking to directly to you.
Should it not bother me that you'd get distracted by a nickel on the floor?
I'd understand if you were listening, and had picked it up to roll between your fingers...
But to see it, and think of it as ammo to throw at a the friend you've forced into being a third wheel and scream "BULLSEYE!"
and to have not heard the last five sentences...
i think that's rude of you,
not selfish of me.
I know i'm not being as considerate as i should be
he's going through a hard time, maybe i should be more compassionate.
he tells me i need to be "fcking humble"...
i don't think he knows the meaning of the word.
It worries me that he doesn't worry about us.
He thinks everything is fine.
He invests too much in things that aren't in his hands...
Yet doesn't think twice about the person his hand is holding.
I might be fooling him though,
I end up doing things i don't want to, just so i don't have to deal with explaing why i'd rather not.
i do it so i won't hurt him
but rarely is that returned.
I guess i should just start doing what i want,
it's my life after all.
If he doesn't want to
well...he doesn't have to.
Do you know what i'd like to do tonight?
my laundry.